Well, he'd get most of his wish. Celeste had indeed woken up before him. She couldn't get rid of her internal alarm clock if she'd tried. So she'd woken at 6am, and had spent an hour or so cuddling with his unconscious body before her own body had felt the need to move. And so she'd gotten up, only to promptly to run to the bathroom yet again. It was after finishing that nasty business, that she took a proper shower and check on him. Still out cold. Chuckling at his silliness, she made another phone call, this time placing an order for some clothing to be delivered later this afternoon.<br/><br/>...and he still wasn't awake. Since this was where Charlie had sent them, she knew they wouldn't be allowed outside of the room for a few days, so she had to figure a way to entertain herself.  First idea was the TV, but looking over at Rayner, she didn't want to disturb him. So she glanced about and decided to cook him breakfast in bed. It would work as an apology for her anger, and he probably needed some food in his system from the way he looked.<br/><br/>So she puttered about the kitchen, and was bringing over eggs, bacon, some hashbrowns and some mini muffins, along with the orange juice on a bed tray just as he was waking up. "Hey cowboy..." she was still only wearing the suit mother nature had given her, but she came bearing offerings of food and liquid.<br/><br/>"About time you woke up.." She set the tray down, and sat down beside him. The actual amount of effort she'd put into breakfast would remain unknown, but she'd had to make three more trips to the bathroom during the process, which then meant washing her mouth out again and returning. Luckily, nothing had been burned, and after some dry toast, she was feeling a bit more human herself. She leaned down and kissed him even as his arms wrapped around her, and she teased him.<br/><br/>"I'm not breakfast, silly..."