"Normally, I'd tell you to get your own, but you did just come in from a storm." Pushing the blankets slowly away, Peggy rouses to her feet, heading for the kitchen to start working on fetching something for him. "Don't think this is going to be a habit," she calls in warning over her shoulder, as she collects all the items she needs.

"Milk? Honey?" she calls, because luckily, the local animals have at least provided them the bare necessities.