[ the warm, familiar feeling of waking up next to someone keeps Hawke in a content, one-third awake state for quite some time, even with her partner's little movements. eventually, though, she bends to the waking world, and shifts, stretching languidly and stifling a yawn in one hand. her free one absently skims over Rebecca's shoulder. ]
Just to warn you... I'm a terrible cook. I hope you weren't expecting breakfast.