Dinner was filling the flat with pleasant cooking smells by the time Tracey woke up. In fact, it was likely the food that did wake her as finally being warm certainly wasn't something to encourage her to awaken.
She sat up, rubbing her eyes and yawning to find Callen doing something involving a knife and something that made crunchy sounds as he chopped it up. Vaguely wondering why her face was hurting but not quite waking up enough to remember why, she climbed stiffly to her feet, leaving Jock to roll into the warm hollow left by her body. Tracey wandered into the kitchen portion of the flat and snuggled up to Callen's back, careful to keep the arms she wrapped around his waist out of the way of his as he cooked. "Hello," she said, the yawn that punctuated the word turning into a hiss as she pressed the wrong cheek to the hollow of his spine.