Beautiful Morning

[Circe]

Circe looked down at her chest, "Funny ain't what most guys'd call havin' me shove their face inta my bossom," she smiles as she looks up at John, "Guess I have inoculated ya with constant exposure."

Circe laughs lightly, "What can I say? I like ta cuddle up with folks. Ain't done that since my old motley," she frowns at that but covers it up by rubbing her forehead. The pain is still there but not so bad to make her do that, "Hangovers. Thanks fer bein' a good cuddle bug."

She hums in thought as she tries to figure out what John said. "Best and boy are the first and third," her ears twitch as she deduces at the second word. "And mirror, so sleepy Circe musta recognized you. Uh, then didn't, casuse eatin' hair isn't a kink I'm inta. Also hope it ain't an actual kink out there," given the Internet is probably was. Her nose twitched, "That's a familiar salty tomato smell, oh hey! Good choice. Thanks fer makin' breakfast roomie. Anything ya want me ta do fer ya? More cuddles maybe?"

[Circe]

"My old crew were cuddly," Circe smiles sadly as she nods, "I probably missed it. Glad ya didn't mind." At least he wasn't freaking out about it. When they'd first met she was sure he'd have run out of the house screaming if she'd done this. Her, quote, therapy, unquote, was doing wonders for his whatever she was claiming to be helping him with. And that was exactly what the Fairest would declare to any that asked, that her actions were always helpful to John.

Circe hummed her approval at the results of John's culinary skills. She then gave John a surprised, "Parmesan John. It is like, the cheese version of bacon. Combining the two is, uh," her ears droop, "Yeah I'm not sure where I was gonna go with that about great combos. Movies and popcorn maybe?" Finally stopping her spectating, Circe gets out the silverware. Two forks and two knives. She kept trying to think of two combos, "Peanut butter and jelly? Cold Iron and Them?"

[Circe]

And what a wonderful sight it was! And served with a smile. Some might not be able to tell but her crimson eyes had no trouble reading John's facial area anymore.

Circe smiles back at John, "Thanks Johnny, yer the best mirrored roomie ta have ever," she rests her hand on his shoulder. He'd said he liked the touching so it should be fine.

Then the elf ears droop as she purses her lips with a hum, "Ya know Johnny? I feel I should be doin' that. Ya serviced me so much already," was that slip of the tongue intentional or not? "Ya sure ya don't want me ta grab the drinks while ya grab a chair?"

[Circe]

And he was blushing from a hand touch now? Circe clearly needed to up her game to help John more. "Alright alright, I'll make sure ta comfort ya when ya have yer own hangover." Circe took her seat and tried to wink back. The hangover made her thik twice, "Yeah, total deal. Ginger beer, carrot juice, and apple juice mix please. It seems ta work. What works fer yer hangovers? Cold compress with a warm hug?"

Circe was happy to tease right back, even with a genuine question.

[Circe]

Circe takes the glass John offers "Grazie," and drinks it. Downing have of it in one go. "Ah," was sighed out as the tension of the hangover is visibly disappearing as her shoulders relax. "And that is why I bought all that. Not fer Bugs Bunny cocktails."

She sets the glass down before smiling at John, "Glad ta know I'm a great roomie. Next time I'll make sure ta change inta pajamas first okay?" After a moment she hums in thought, "Though which kind would ya prefer? Silk suit? Negligee? Shirt and shorts?" She inhales the scent of the pasta breakfast now, without the pain of the hangover to interfere.

It did smell great.