(laugh all you want! )
While Oli was away, Percy idly petted Comet upon the scruff of his neck and soon as Oli returned, Percy asked, "What time is it? It must be pretty early to catch me still asleep." He usually awoke at least an hour and a half before Oliver. "In which case, I'm impressed." He then said, "Comet's not allowed on the bed." He was beginning to sound like a broken record, repeating the same thing, but this time, there was no force behind his chastisement. Either he was too sleepy or he couldn't be arsed at the moment, or that Percy appreciated the gesture Oliver was making. The answer was all of the above.
Without his glasses Percy glanced over at the fuzzy image of a cup on the table, the smell of coffee enticing his senses. "How am I supposed to drink that with a puppy on my chest?"