[OOM] Foresty-holiday.

The ship that Atton stole from an Onderonian royal obtained through entirely legal means has a rather nice observation room that doubles as a bedroom, with a window that dominates all of one wall. It also, perhaps more importantly, has a machine that makes waffles without human intervention.

These two things are contributing factors to why Atton, usually inclined to rising before the sun, is still sprawled out in bed with one arm curled a little possessively around Gavin, apparently still fast asleep, while a machine in the main room of the ship churns out a ridiculously excessive amount of waffles with butter.

It's the third day they've been on the planet. At some point, Atton rather intends to find out what those small furry animals that keep peering at their ship from the edge of the clearing are.

For the moment, though, sleep. He looks surprisingly innocent when asleep, really.