[Kisses first. Sypha's forehead. The tip of her nose. Both of her cheeks, then her lips. Gentle and chase because well, he knows he tastes most like egg right now. Not the most attractive thing to kiss.]

I'm plenty happy, breakfast surprise having taken a different form than intended.

[Then a perfectly decent proposal.]

Mmm, I think perhaps that is in order. I'd even dare to say dishes can wait.

[This is a rare mood. They're all aware of it. It's important to take advantage of it.]