Llewellyn grinned a little at that, “Mm… No, I’m pretty sure the best is my husband.” He commented with a silly flush. But muffins? Yes, he could do that. An assortment of muffins. He would put a call in the next morning for them. Then he could pick them up and bring them by in the afternoon. “Muffins it is, then! A nice assortment. They make good snacks.” He commented, before finally moving to pull pillow cases onto the pillows while he watched Rhy Fuss with the curtains.

A playful tilt of his head as he nudges Rhy lightly, “And as it is, we’ll probably draw them shut later, anyway. A little privacy till we get to hanging the window curtains.” What? He wasn’t going to forget the idea of seeing Rhy wrapped up in the lovely green sheets that went with the curtains, not after his husband had pointed it out to him.