He wanted to tell her that she could be so much more than a gossip writer, but it was nothing they hadn't gone around about a thousand times in the past. And she was right, did he really want to ruin the entire day by rehashing a fight that went no where? It was a waste of energy at this point, and he'd rather save that energy for more pleasurable things.
"Fine, no work at the breakfast table," he said, picking up his coffee for a sip. "And please, feel free to talk about how hot I am." He grinned at her, because it was hard not to when she was sitting there all sleepy eyed, wearing his shirt.