[Early to rise, early to shower before the grouchy tall man runs the water cold. She's actually in the living room when she hears him in the kitchen. It's impossible not to hear him, which makes her slip off the yoga mat and go see what's up. She's still curious what was up with last night, but if he rolled out of bed this happy, it might not be so easy to inquire.
She leans against the doorframe, arms crossed.] Hungry? Just a guess.