Justin's eyebrows raised at the suggestion of dealing with her behaviour once one of them had a shack. "Don't get me all started now - I promised my hutmates that they wouldn't walk in on anything risque." Even though she looked completely adorable in her short pajamas - he'd have to keep his libido in check by pining after a much-needed cuddle session. "It's no wonder, everyone's clothes must be coated in mud. I have to bring mine in soon, but I'll do my own. What kind of bastard would I be making my girlfriend do my laundry?"
If Justin had his way, he could kiss her all night, but there were plans. "The fishing is much better now that I can actually get out on the water - so the market, the pub and the diner are all stocked up." He heaved a sigh of relief and immense accomplishment, sitting beside her on his cot and getting a sugar rush from the sugar-laden hot chocolate. "Not much really, I only thought we could laze about, talk...I hope you brought your book so I can regale you with the tales of the fabulous Mr. Darcy?"