"Riiiiight," Cynthia yawn, a vaguely recalling the small plaza he spoke about. Her stomach twisted, the smell of food waking the beast, she'd joke occasionally. She unabashedly pulled the tray closer, reaching straight for not one, but two pieces of bacon. She took a bite of each one, rotating, sighing happily as Tracey frizzed about, trying to find something. She let him dart out, still too sleepy and now absorbed in her food to manage words.<br/><br/>They still had so much work to do on this room. Her gaze trailed across the bare walls as she reached for another slice of bacon. He could put his posters up there, and- A shiver overcame her. She dropped the bacon back on the plate, her mouth turning sour. She looked around uneasily for a moment. Tracey bursted back in, tossing a fork her way and distracting her. She took a long draft of juice, making an 'I dunno know' sound as he mumbled about silverware or something. He was so cute when he was frazzled, she thought, watching him in silent appreciation. This bacon was good.<br/><br/>She nodded at his shop-visiting proposal, draining the cup empty and placing it down.  She cleared the sleepies from her throat and reached for a fork full of Omelet-du-Tracy. "So let me get this straight-- you woke up early, went out, bought me bacon, and made it?" She had a good one here. She stretched across the tray, pressing the fork to his lips to feed him.<br/><br/>"I think we've surpassed, 'hero' and moved straight to, 'God.'" She brushed her hand across his jaw, tucking his hair behind his ear.  "You know, about that raise..." She placed down the fork, her other hand twisting into his shirt to draw him into her.