"....Want beans on toast or," Harry trailed off, eyes scanning the hotel's breakfast-menu. "Treacle tart looks good...."
Severus rolled his eyes.
"What? We're on vacation," Harry added defensively, reaching for the phone on the nightstand.
You call this a vacation? Severus scrawled on paper.
"Compare this to last year and tell—Yes, we'll have eggs benedict," Harry answered into the phone.
Don't forget the treacle tart, Severus quickly wrote.
After placing the receiver down, Harry moved up the bed and curled next to his lover. He placed hesitant fingertips on Severus's bandaged throat. "Feeling better?"
Better than ever.