Danny paused for a moment as he took in the sight. Sleep-addled Kate, pyjama clad, cagey. For a halting moment he was reminded of breakfasts in bed with Misty. Orange juice and fig newtons, the lazy sound of rain on the windows. Something twisted in his chest; he pushed the thought away and offered her a slightly crooked smile.
"Whatever we can find, that's generally the menu, isn't it?" Danny asked. "And, you know, getting to share it with me is a bonus."
The flirt wasn't exactly skilled, more shy than practiced. He raised his shoulders in a small shrug, and looked past her. Coffee. He could smell coffee.