complimentary hotel breakfasts with the best of the best

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Keiji wonders sometimes how he got here. He was a boring guy with a boring desk job that made him want to occasionally do reckless things like throw ceramic pots at the wall. And he still is all of that, although he's so much more now that he has you.

He places your coffee in front of you in the tiny hotel breakfast bar. You're still half-asleep, though also dressed for the day. Dazed, you watch the Christmas performance streaming through this morning's news, burrowing yourself in your hoodie with his sweater layered on top. Cute, he grins.

"Babe." He nudges you with his foot, watching you slowly turn to him with owlish eyes. "Drink your coffee."

"That's not coffee," you mutter, sipping it anyway. "Complimentary hotel coffee has nothing on the coffees you brew at home."

"I don't deny it, but I'd say that this is better than nothing, yeah?"

"Why do they close breakfast so early?"

"Because it would be lunch otherwise, darling."

"Nuh uh. It's not lunch until 11. There is no reason for the cut off to be 9:30."

"We have an itinerary to follow. It starts at 10:00."

"Yeah, but you made the thing, so it's not like we'll have severe repercussions if we sleep in."

"Darling, I mean this in the best possible way - we will suffer significant financial losses if we don't follow the itinerary. I bought a bunch of tickets for sightseeing and stuff."

"Keiji."

"I built in nap time for you, my love. You'll be fine."

"Keiji!"

"Yeah, yeah, love you too. Eat up; we need to grab our stuff from upstairs before we head out."

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