Last night's incident had Xander keeping watch on Catherine every minute. They had been in the room. She requested he bring her breakfast this fine morning.
"I can give a helping hand," Xander said. "But not literally come on Catherine," he scoffed.
"I guess I'll go back to sleep now," she yawned.
He pulled the sheets off her body.
"Hey, what the hell?"
"Walk with me to the kitchen," Xander requested. "Maybe just maybe I'll help make breakfast."
Catherine got out of her corset and wore Xander's robe hanging on the door.
"I let you sleep in my room this once and now you use my favorite robe," Xander complained.
He had his arms akimbo. Catherine's eyes were half open and she walked dragging her flip-flops. She barely heard a thing he said.
She itched her behind, "Let's go already."
