*gets out of bed too and stretches extravagantly, which prompts a flurry of barking from Marigold* *comes around to your side of the bed and lightly grasps the front of your shirt*
*pulls you in close, his lips just touching yours* I love you. So much. *smiles brightly and he could be joking* I still think you should marry me, you know. *kisses you warmly before stepping away from you* Come on, Marigold. Come on, girl. Let's see if Ecthelion's left me any of my own t-shirts to wear.