"A good nap," Gwen replied with a lopsided smile, opening her eyes as Owen approached. She handed him a cup of still-hot coffee and gestured to the bag of cinnamon rolls. "Breakfast, if you're hungry." Opening the bag, she was pleasantly surprised to find them still somewhat warm, and fished one out for Owen, then for herself.

"I don't think I'll get any real good sleep until we get home." And she didn't mean "home" as in Claremont. Having never shared sleeping space until recently, Gwen hadn't found it too onerous to do so, mostly because Owen made a great pillow. And lying snug in his arms, drowsily watching the sun come up while he still slept--well, there wasn't any better way to greet the day than that.

"But hopefully we can kick out of her soon and work on fixing that." She smiled around a bite of pastry, chasing it with a swallow of black coffee. "I'll call my mother in..." she checked her watch, "...about twenty minutes, just as soon as I check on Blue and get Debra going." She gave Owen a brief once-over, stepping close to straighten his collar a little. "You okay? Wanna sit in there with Blue while I do my chores?"