At first, the only response was a sleepy "Hmmmn," to her greeting. Tony's eyes remained closed, jut his nose twitching for the intrusion. What had he been dreaming about? It was obviously very pleasant and interrupted far too early. Maybe he was still dreaming, the weight settling next to him at the edge of the bed perhaps a delightful Christmas gift. With it came the first deep breath of regrettable wakefulness from Tony, and to combat it he tucked his head down into the pillow he clutched, arms and legs tensing around it stubbornly.
Conferences waited. New clients waited. Projects waited. Christmas could wait five more minutes, half an hour maybe, would the air still be smelling this good by then? He peaked over the edge of the pillow, only one eye open, sniffing the air and wondering if that sticky sweet scent was just the syrup on his breakfast or Pepper's perfume.
"Way ahead of you," Tony finally rasped, consenting to open the other eye for just a second before both were squeezed shut again with a yawn and a languid stretch of his arms over his head, courteously keeping the pillow tucked under his thigh. The stretch ended with another "Hmmmn," into the cooler pillow it revealed at the head of the bed, Tony's arms wrapping around it and Tony being well on his way to catching that five more minutes.