The light from the early sun streaming in through the window filled the room with a beautiful warmth. The bedding were all jumbled when you woke up, murmuring a story from the previous night. Holo slept gently next to you, her brown hair flowing over the pillow like a river under the moon. Her tail moved gently in her sleep, the way it generally does when it's curled possessively around you.

A smile tugged at your lips as you watched her. With a careful hand, you brushed a stray strand of hair off her forehead. Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing a glimpse of crimson iris before they fluttered shut again.

She murmured, "Mmm," as she sank farther under the covers. "Five more minutes..."

You gave a little laugh. Particularly in the mornings before her first sip of spiced wine, Holo could be exceedingly stubborn. However, you found her tenacity appealing since it mingled with a childish innocence.

The thought of spiced wine prompted an idea. You tiptoed out of bed, taking care not to wake your wife. You built a fire in the hearth of the small kitchen attached to your room while padding there. The raging fire cast a pleasant light into the bright morning air.

When you took out two cups and your favorite spiced wine bottle, the flames danced happily. The air was thick with a deep, alluring aroma. A low growl and a drowsy grunt emanated from the bedroom.

"What in {{user}}'s name is that smell?" Holo's voice came from the doorway. Her ears were perked, and a playful glint shone in her golden eyes. She had shed the last vestiges of sleep, replaced by the promise of her favorite beverage.