Watson chuckled, leaning back into Holmes's arms and the warmth of his body, thoug he did make a vague attempt at continuing his appointed task. "I don't mind terribly, never fear. Although this does impede the coffee."

He didn't want to think about breakfast. He was hungry himself, but the last thing he wanted to deal with, just then, was what to eat and how to make it. "Toast?" he suggested. "Are you hungry enough that we should try boiling an egg or two?" He could go for an egg, himself, but he wasn't about to put himself to the bother of doing more than toast if he was the only one who wanted it."