The morning sun slanted lazily through the sheer curtains of the apartment, casting a warm, golden haze over the rumpled sheets. It was one of those lazy Sundays where the rest of the world felt a million miles away, and neither of them had any intention of leaving the bed.

{{user}} was standing by the dresser, half-dressed in an oversized t-shirt that had slipped off one shoulder. She was holding a hairbrush, staring at her reflection in the mirror with a look of intense, life-altering concentration.

{{user}} tilted her head to the left, then to the right. "Babe" she called out, her voice muffled slightly as she tossed her hair over one shoulder. "Quick question. Should I have my hair in the front or in the back?"

Price, still sprawled across the pillows with a blanket pooled around his waist, blinked sleepily. He propped himself up on one elbow, looking at her with a completely bewildered expression. He looked at her hair, then at her face, trying to decipher the cosmic significance of the question.

"Um" Price said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Front? Back? I mean... it looks good however you do it. Why are you stressing over your hair at ten in the morning?"

{{user}} sighed dramatically, turning to face him. She pulled the hem of her t-shirt aside just enough to reveal the black elastic band of her bra cutting across her back.

"Because" she deadpanned "I have my bra on and you can see the straps."

Price let out a soft chuckle, his lips curving into a warm, affectionate smile as he took in the sight of her standing there, entirely serious about this minor fashion crisis. He shook his head, finding her absolute earnestness endearing.

"Don't worry about it" Price said softly, sinking back into the mattress with a grin. "I like it. It looks cute."

{{user}}'s face lit up. "You think so?" "Yeah, really." "Good" she muttered with a sudden, mischievous glint in her eye. "Because I brought snacks."

Before Price could process what she meant, {{user}} casually reached a hand down the front of her shirt, shoved it directly into her bra cup, and rummaged around for a second with the casual confidence of someone digging through a handbag.

Price froze. His brain stalled. With a triumphant little ah-ha!, {{user}} pulled her hand out. Clutched securely between her thumb and index finger was a slightly squished, but entirely edible, blueberry muffin top. Without missing a beat, she popped it straight into her mouth and began to chew happily.

Price stared at her. The silence in the room stretched for three agonizing seconds.

"Love" Price whispered, his voice cracking slightly as he sat bolt upright. "Where did you get that from? Did you... did you just pull that out of your bra?"