"Breakfast," Sam replied, carrying the frying pan over to the sink, where he left it to cool down. He walked over to one of the paper grocery bags that he'd hauled in and pulled out a variety of syrups. "I've got maple, strawberry, butter pecan, chocolate syrup..."
He gave her a sheepish sort of look. "I didn't really know what kind you liked." Another sheepish expression was quick to follow. "I hope you don't mind the cooking. I just figured that you'd be hungry when you woke up."