She laughs softly, raising her head only to duck down and kiss his stomach tenderly.

"Guess we should eat something," Juliet suggests with a grin before raising her head.

"Stay here."

Getting up, she plucks his shirt off of the ground and pulls it over her head, padding through the house naked otherwise. When she returns, it's with four grilled cheese sandwiches cut up into triangles, complete with toothpicks. She grabs a six-pack of beer, holding it in one hand, the plate in the other.

"Dinner's served. Bedside service."