[ Richie lets out a small gasp at the bite. Oh, okay. They were going to be playing it like that, huh? He could get onboard with it. He glances over at the breakfast as well before shrugging a shoulder and giving Eddie's rear a soft pinch.]

How about this: you go decide whether you want to make out on the couch or in my bed and I'll bring the food in so we can refuel when we're done and keep going until it's time to order dinner. Hm?