[ Matt nods as he takes in the answer, a gesture that slightly exacerbates his own headache. Honestly, a piece of him is tempted to lie right back down and stay curled up with the sweatpants as a makeshift pillow ... but he needs to drink water. ]

Sounds like a plan. [ His legs slide over the edge of the bed. With a bit of flailing, he sticks one leg into Tezca's borrowed sweats, then the other. Stands. ] I don't need much convincing to do magic, so if you decide you want it, just say the word.

[ Matt stretches a little more, then pads over to Tezca. ]

Two follow-up questions. Is there anything breakfastwise I can help with? And can I get a glass.