"Baaaacoooon," came the muffled, disembodied voice from under the comforter. The fabric moved and twisted and was finally thrown to the side, revealing his still-mostly-asleep girlfriend. He laughed and bowed as best he could with the tray as she praised his awesomeness. Which she should, because he<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>pretty damn awesome. Cynthia stretched out, sheets cascading off of her to pool around her waist. "Where'd you find bacon?"<br/><br/>Cynthia drew her legs toward herself and Tracy took the proffered space, setting the tray down in the space between them. "There's this neat little strip of stores a couple miles out. I saw it when we were coming up so I stopped by this morning," he said, plucking a piece of bacon off of the plate and taking a bite. "It's mostly touristy and hippy stuff, but there's a small grocery store in it. There's some weird, culty Pagan store too, and I'm pretty sure every single person inside had dreadlocks."<br/><br/>He reached for one of the forks as he talked, fingers brushing all over the tray and under the rims of the plates before he looked down suddenly. He could have<span style="font-style: italic">sworn</span>he'd brought silverware. He twisted at the waist, turning one way and another, even lifting the tray before he registered that there was no silverware to be found. "Huh," he hummed absently, slumping over slightly and looking down the hall just to make sure they hadn't fallen off. He turned to Cynthia, jerking his thumb in the kitchen's general direction. "I'll be back in a sec."<br/><br/>The walk to the kitchen had never seemed faster, Tracy's legs taking him in long strides. The table was entirely empty, void of anything like forgotten forks. He knew he'd gotten them out. He could vividly remember that part. Kind of. Shrugging it off, Tracy jerked open the silverware drawer and retrieved the mission objective, hurrying back to the bedroom. "I swore I got silverware," he murmured, more to himself than to Cynthia, as he poured back in through the threshold of their room. He tossed one aimlessly in her direction where it landed on the bed with a barely audible noise, and he retook his place beside her. "But anyway, we should go check out the shops around here sometime. They looked kind of cool."