Martin's response is a grumbling sort of moan, conceding to the defeat of wakefulness over sleep. He lets go the pillow after a final squeeze, and rolls onto his back, dragging the sheets with him.

It isn't until after the first yawn as he lies supine with sheets tangled about his waist that he registers first of all Kaidy's voice and then, by extension, her presence.

He blinks at her blearily, hair flattened on one side and sticking up on the other. He has a crease from the pillow across one cheek. Ah.

He's about to say something stupid like 'Hello', when his stomach firmly announces its presence and does the talking for him. He huffs in amusement and levers himself into a sitting position.

"Uh. Morning." He smiles at her.

It takes a little work not to suddenly flash her. It's all very well that she saw him naked last night, but right now she's got all her clothes on and he hasn't.

That and eating breakfast naked would be really weird.

Once situated upright and covered to his satisfaction, his concentration sharpens.

"Did you say bacon?" He asks, hoping very much that she did.