"Like it? Hell, I love it." And that was the truth, because no one thought to do the little things like this for him, well... ever. True, his parents had a cook at home and if Quentin really wanted something he could have asked for it, but that wasn't done out of love, but because Joshua paid the guy for it. This was completely different, and therefore meant so much more to him. Quentin was still trying to figure out how he was lucky enough to get Calista, and hoping like hell he'd get to keep her too.
First things first, he took a sip of coffee, then set it down again so he could reach over to give her a proper kiss. Every moment he was waking up a little bit more, and he couldn't think of anyone better to wake up next to. "For the record, you can do this for me whenever you'd like," he said, grinning as he pulled back a bit to look at her. "I'd return the favor, but you'd be getting something from Starbucks, and not homemade." He could help her in the kitchen, yes, but he couldn't do this himself. At least Quentin knew where his talents were. He grabbed one of the scones, breaking off a piece to pop into his mouth. "Oh god," he said after a moment. "Yep. Definitely a miracle."