Hyperion jerked the pastry box back in exaggerated defensiveness, his fuller bottom lip pouting jokingly. "Bribery, she says! Bribery! As if I've got to bribe anyone ever for anything," he griped in humor that was far too pronounced for such an early hour. But he'd always been more of a morning bird, and he simply couldn't help it.
"Since you asked oh so nicely," he chided teasingly, handing the box over finally. He would let her eat and wake up a bit before launching into everything. He should have brought coffee, he thought absently, but it wasn't a habit he'd picked up yet (though he was starting to have a cup now and then) so it hadn't occurred to him.