*has been keeping a keen ear out for sounds of awareness from the other room (shifting, groaning, vomiting, that sort of thing)* *starts the coffee the instant he thinks he's detected vocalization*
*pads barefooted out to the living room and can't help but smile at the sight of the Lord of the Fountain, hiding under the blanket (some instincts being universal)* *very, very softly* Rise and shine, Ecthelion. Coffee's on.