"Luckily, I anticipated this demand and am willing to make the necessary accommodations." Merlin, when she laughs like that; it takes every ounce of his willpower not to drop to one knee and propose. He hands her the fresh cup of coffee instead, taking the now lukewarm half-empty cup and setting it on the nightstand with the bag of pastries. Usually, he’d frown upon eating in bed. Crumbs and such. But she could eat wherever she liked, so long as she actually ate. 