"What's up?"

"You mean besides you?"

"What can I say? I'm an early /riser/."

"I didn't ask for a pun wake up call."

"And I didn't ask for morning wood, yet here we are."

"I'm growing tired of this every day."

"That's not the only thing that's growing."

"Ughh. Stop. We need to get up."

"But it's already up."

"Stop making things difficult!"

"I'm making things difficult? Hard even?"

"Shush. What's for breakfast?" Marinette desperately tries to change the subject.

"Well, I mean..." Adrien glances down at his tented shorts a few times.

Marinette makes a horrified face and grabs a pillow. "NO!" She whaps the pillow against her laughing boyfriend. "You're gonna get recked."

"Erect?"

"Okay. That's it. I'm going to smother you."

"With love and affection?"

"I'm going to /kill/ you!" She slams the pillow down over his face and holds it there, making out a bit of his muffled voice from under the pillow. She lifts the pillow reluctantly. "What was that?"

"Well, a little death /would/ alleviate the situation..."

"Screw you."

"Yes, please."

"I'm going to scream..."

"I sure hope so." He winks.

Marinette shoves the pillow back over his face and hops off the bed. "I'm done. You can fend for yourself this morning. I'm getting myself something after I shower."

"Oh, I'm quite experienced with taking care of myself. All those times I went camping as a kid....I've already pitched a tent!" Adrien gestures at himself.

"Good! Then you can take of that yourself as well." She opens the bathroom door.

"Well, it's true that handling my baton is something I'm quite skilled with, being Chat Noir and all."

Looking back over her shoulder, she responds, "And you'll get even better because I've had enough of you and your 'baton' for rest of the month."

"...You wouldn't."

"I would."

She can see that he's trying so hard to hold something back. Her eyes narrow in a silent dare. "Don't even think about it."

But with an apologetic smile, he starts giggling. "...wood."

"GOOD BYE." And bathroom door slams behind her.