He actually wasn't the first one up by much. Despite her exhaustion the night before, she's back on her feet, and chipper as ever, at the sun's first light. The sphinxes wake next, used to early mornings, with the elven women rising last, but still a little before he had planned on waking them. By the time they're awake, Blossom has apparently created an entire meal out of magic, or at least so it seems, given the seemingly endless amount of food she pulls out of the seemingly tiny larder.