WHO: Nona and Ian (and possibly NPC desk clerk) WHEN: Day 2, around 9:30am WHERE: Their (original) hotel room WHAT: After some much needed rest, Nona discovers her luggage is a little lighter than it should be WARNING: None (yet)
Truth be told, Nona hadn't exactly been cognitively functioning when her fiance arrived. At that point in the morning, the storm outside had been waging a war against the old windows enough to keep her just on that edge between rest and real sleep. Then there'd been that dream about two hours earlier; disturbing, whatever it was. Where the images vanished as soon as she thrashed into consciousness, the emotions sure as hell lingered, prompting a middle of the night shower.
Her hair was still damp from it when Ian slipped into the bed just as the black outside was turning to grey. She barely remembered three words spoken between them before he wrapped himself around her, inviting the sleep she really needed; they both needed. Solid, dreamless unconsciousness followed where neither of them so much as shifted under the covers.Nona's eyes were still hot from fatigue when she drifted back to the world of the living. Through the haze of sleep and over the line of Ian's hand and arm on her pillow, she tried to make sense of the digital clock. 9:23. Her stomach was calling the shots at the moment; when was the last time she ate anyway?
Room service. There had to be a room service menu around somewh--oh. Bedstand. Duh.
"Nnngh...your arm is heavy," she mumbled warmly to the comatose body behind her, wiggling herself out from under the muscle-y bicep and forearm to sit on the edge of the bed and drag the menu into her lap. Eggs and bacon sounded awesome, but hell so did just about everything else. With the way her gut growled at just about every menu item, if they weren't quick Nona might even consider eating those chocolate-looking soaps in the bathroom.
"You want anything, or you still dead?" A sleepy smile and a small hip-nudge were sent his way.