Some day George would just bring over pajamas, but most of the time when he came over, they ended up naked so it didn't matter. Underwear would do.
"I know," he said as he climbed in after her, curling up close against her, wrapping her up in his limbs. "It's fucking adorable." He kissed her neck. "I'll make you coffee. Promise." It probably wouldn't be poisonous, either. Go George, go.