Alexander laughed again, "I can cook, or so I'm told, but maybe I'll save that for another time. I think I can just about manage toast this soon after waking up." He said, rubbing his eyes and moving back to his bedroom, touching the wardrobe door in just such a way that the controls opened both sliding doors with barely a sound. "I'd like to share the hamper, if that's what you want. We can always restock it later." He agreed, still smiling as he glared at the clothes in front of him. There would be something appropriate there, of course, but his sleep-fogged brain was still addled, and he did not want to take another shot now, not so early in the day."
"You will be spoilt. Especially if Bailey lets you pick the radio station." He teased, "After all, you put in so much hard work last night you deserve it. Now, if you'll excuse me, Aiden, I really must get ready for your arrival. A millionaire's pyjamas are no different from anyone else’s and not really suitable for a date, even if it is brunch in my kitchen." He said good naturedly.