Right, of course. [ Duh. Jayce could have eaten, finished his morning tasks, showered, and started on this meal for Viktor before he even cracked an eye open. ] You could have woken me, too. I would have been cross, but you still could have.

[ Chuckling as he sets the tray across his lap, he breathes in the berry-scented steam of the porridge. It's sweet of Jayce to make him anything, but especially something homey that he'd learned from his mother. The presentation is greeted with more laughter, and Viktor rewards it with a small clap of fingers against the opposite palm. ]

It's perfect, love. [ He pats the empty bed next to him, looking up at Jayce to invite him to his own bed. ] Sit with me? Or do you have more to do in the stables?