Sadde is home; it's a Friday evening, his shift is over, and there's no school. He's reading a book, lying on his bed in his small-but-tidy apartment.
He is also quite naked, because it's his place and why not?
Yup, all of those, naked, which makes everything like at least one point seven times better.
Ashras has no opinion on the exact multipliers involved. He is too busy snuggling to do math.
...
Maybe there is, experimental results are inconclusive, she should collect more data.
Well yes, but does it deserve enough attention that you can't do math? Inquiring minds need to know. The only way to figure this out is to snuggle a lot and see if math happens.
So far, there seems to be a whole lot of snuggling and not a ton of math going on.
Yes, this is true. Math seems to be distinctly absent from the equation (snicker).
...It's possible that someone should set up the bigger bed before they fall asleep in this one. Snuggles are cozy.
Yeah. Yeah probably. "Should I set up the bigger bed before we fall asleep in this one? Also, should we take a shower?" Because in spite of arcane artefacts they have been doing some amount of exercise there.
"Setting up the bigger bed sounds like a plan," he yawns. "I think I care much less about showers than you do."
"I like going to bed feeling clean," she giggles, kissing his nose and getting up to grab the inflatable mattress.
"Reasonable," he acknowledges, trailing after her to interfere in her important task with hugs.
That's a nice interference! She does need to get the bed, though, so eventually it'll have to end.
And when he does, she leaves the imaginary inflating apparatus to work, throws the bedsheets on it for when it's fully inflated, kisses Ashras, and goes to the bathroom.
He's a little tired. Maybe he will curl up next to the bed. And believe in the inflating apparatus a lot.
"Do you maybe want to do that thing you're doing on the bed, with me?"
So the inflating thing is gone, the bed now has sheets and pillows on it, and they are now cuddling again.