He stood up from the the bed reluctantly and stretched. "I do," he said turning to her and smiling warmly. "They always make me smile."
"I'll be right back, no burst nuggets or anything," he pounced down the stairs and arranged the nuggets to make a little smiley face on the plate, remembering to grab the ketchup from the refrigerator before heading back up.
"Nuggets are served," he said coming through the door again and presenting her with the plate.