[apparently yes. Bacon is the word of the day, as it has become the word of every day in this house since AR discovered his passion. Even sitting in bed with his face delightfully close to PM's, basking in the moments following the kiss he gives to her in return, he can already smell the aroma of sizzling pork slices. Swallowing a bit heavily, he reluctantly pulls away from PM, taking her hand and giving it a gentle tug as he slips out of bed.]
Then let us join AR for breakfast.
[he pauses, then says quietly:]
I would not mind AR's fondness for this particular food quite so much if the scent was not quite so strong.