[ It takes a moment to disentangle himself from Evelyn, during which he's very careful not to tickle her again. ]

Coffee coming right up.

[ A pair of boxers are claimed on the way out mostly because he can't get over the lingering feeling that it's weird to be naked in the kitchen.

He's long since learned his lesson about cooking for her in the mornings. It never ends well, usually because of a combination of Booker getting distracted by the gorgeous woman who keeps turning up in his bed and the sad fact that he's just not a good cook. But coffee is impossible to screw up. Thank god for that.

Thankfully his place is small so he can talk to her while he fumbles for a filter and tries not to spill grounds all over the counter. ]

I was thinking we could try this place that opened up last month for breakfast if you're feeling up to it.