"Yeah that's the bathroom. Really use whatever, I don't mind," he said as he stood. He waited until Piritta had left the room, but changed into a pair of sweatpants rather than his pants from the night before, but didn't bother putting on a shirt. It was warm enough he didn't need one and right now he liked the idea of being able to look down and glimpse his mark.

After changing, he moved towards the kitchen and he did indeed have the ingredients for making crepes, so he set about making them. He was unable to stop smiling the whole time. Today had maybe started in panic and confusion, but it had led to something Cyril had forgotten how much he wanted in his growing complacency on finding his mate. When Piritta eventually emerged from the shower, he was still standing their with the smile on his face and the batter read to pour, just waiting for her so the crepes would be fresh.