Someone's calling her name. Groaning, she shifts under Stiles' gaze. "No- Kenz- The old devil can wait." Various reasons she was usually shaken awake.

There's an empty glass of wine by her bed, a mystery novel next to it, her clock. She grumbles again, and tries to turn around, but someone's shaking her. There's another groan as finally she opens her bleary eyes and- Stiles.

Stiles is here. Why is- She closes her eyes for a moment, scrunching her forehead, then opens them again. Right. She'd gone off work early to bring him here. And he was awake. Now she was, too, and he was sitting on her bed and she was in a simple purple nightie. Sometimes she liked feeling pretty when she slept, okay? "G'morning- d'you want tea?"

Because he was American and probably had no idea how to do it right. And it was always tea-time.