Don woke up just in time, it seemed. He could hear Mora gagging as he tugged on a pair of pajama bottoms, shuffling out of the bedroom with a yawn just as Mora crunched on her pickle. He wrinkled his nose, flopping down beside her and nuzzling against her neck. "Should you be eating pickles when you were just sicking up in the sink, pet?" he asked gently, running his fingers up and down her thigh.