Ginny heard Evan get up. She'd already sneaked out and back in, having gone for her morning run, without him moving. As she pulled a brush through her freshly-cleaned hair, she wondered if it had been her shower that roused him. Oops. She listened to him puttering around her flat but took her time getting dressed. Not everyone handled her particular brand of morning person very well, and she didn't want to get on Evan's bad side first thing. Not until she'd had some tea, at least.
After getting dressed, she padded, barefoot, into her front room. Just as she started to think, "Aww. He's making breakfast." he spoke. Cringing, Ginny closed the space between them and gently pulled the egg from his hair. Wiping her fingers on the tea towel hanging from her oven door, she surveyed the mess. "Aww, honey. You tried to cook." She was teasing him, but she meant it kindly.
"Are you trying to make pancakes," she asked, looking up at him. "You were close. More flour in the bowl, less on you, and the eggs have to meet the flour in a very intimate manner." She got fresh eggs out of the fridge and handed them to Evan before she carefully measured the flour to the right amount. "Add the eggs, sir."