He sighed. "Alright then..." he mumbled, and sled off the bed, carrying her to the kitchen with obvious ease. Years and years of training made him strong, and she was light none the less, so he hardly felt more of her than her arms around his neck. With a few long, brisk steps, he got to the kitchen, and set her down on the table. "Now, what's there to eat?" he asked, and showed her quite the wide grin he had.