Cass smiled and ran his hand through Soren's messy hair. "Nah, we don't have to get up just yet. You don't have to, at least, but in a few minutes, I think my bladder will kick me out of bed, whether or not I want to get up." His fingers ran against the soft skin of Soren's shoulder and back and he purred, "You smell good in the morning, too. Should we go cook breakfast? I brought along some real food, as well as some quick-prepare stuff." He also brought his camp-set of cookware, which consisted of a griddle and two tin plates, two skewers, two forks, and two knives. Nothing else was needed.
Hell, his dad didn't bring even that along with him when he camped.