Caduceus had just had time to towel himself off, glad of his shorter hair, and pull on some under clothes before Caleb reappeared, which meant he didn't have to make the decision as to whether or not he should move everything into the tower or if he should make them some illusion scenery like a field or something. No, it was fine like this.
Caleb was warm, and Caduceus felt as though his whole body was leaning towards the other man, desperate for as much contact as he could get, like a plant reaching for the sun.
"I forgot I'd made a bit of a mess of myself," he said softly, shivering at the nuzzle. "Otherwise I'd be more presentable." Not that Caduceus thought there would be any complaints about his manner of undress, but he really had wanted everything to be ready and perfect.
Turning in arms around him, Caduceus's hands gently cupped Caleb's cheeks, leaning down to press a brief kiss to his lips. "Nothing is too much effort for you. You deserve nice things." Another kiss to the corner of his mouth. "And you can show your appreciation by enjoying yourself."
He steered Caleb back into their room, grabbing a nice robe the hotel had provided for him to cover up whilst they ate. He'd made sure the plates were keeping themselves warm, set out on trays on the bed.
"So," Caduceus took advantage of their change of position to envelope Caleb in his arms, pressing against his back. "I made us some soup to start, and then there's a pie my mom made for special occasions, with some mashed roots on the side, and then- well, it's supposed to be a Zemnian apple tart but I don't know how accurate it is with what we have here. I just thought you might like something from home." And yes, the cats made excellent food, and could probably make anything Caleb remembered from his childhood, but had they verbally argued with an oven to make that happen? Probably not.
He kissed the shell of Caleb's ear and then nudged him towards the bed picnic.