"A feast," Quatre agrees, whole face brightening with the sort of amusement that would usually accompany a laugh. He brushes his lips against Trowa's cheekbone, instead. That's like the same thing.

"I might need some coffee eventually, though," he admits, making no signs of disengaging, "if we're going to discuss what's going on."

He wants to be awake for this! He gets the feeling it's probably pretty interesting.

(And he's still looking for a good opportunity to spring sweetheart or darlin' on Trowa without cracking himself up first.)