[He's not sure what time it is when he finally wakes, finding himself in bed alone. She must have gotten up earlier than him again, stretching as he lays there for a moment before rolling out of bed. Ajax rubs his eyes as he wanders into the kitchen, the smell of coffee wafting out of it, pouring himself a cup and joining her at the table.]

Morning, [he says groggily, sipping slowly on it. The hot liquid is nice on his tongue, closing his eyes to savor it as he slowly wakes up.]

You know, I was thinking, it would be beneficial if we had our own little gym here in the teapot. Do you think Tubby could whip one up for us?

[That would make him happy, for sure. Then maybe he could con Aether and herself into training with him.]