He didn't laugh at her getting herself out of her blanket fort, and he thought for a second about fighting her on this since he'd just said he'd do it. She was already up, though, and he tried not to be so prideful he was stupid.

"If it's coffee, just black. If it's tea, little bit of honey. Thank you," he replied, and took the chance to kind of wiggle his prosthetic into a better spot while she wasn't looking.