Foggy rolled over and blinked. "Morning," he mumbled, his present view of her clashing with memories of the night before. "You look nice."
He pushed himself up, not shy exactly, but unsure enough about the conversation that was about to happen that meeting Alison's eyes wasn't at the top of the list. "If you brought me eggs, bacon, and real waffles and syrup, I'm not going to let you out of this room until tomorrow morning."