[He lets her lean, because it would be a lie to say he didn't enjoy it too, but once the machine dings he tilts his head back to look over his shoulder, snickering.]

What, did you fall back asleep?

C'mon, the coffee's done, let's go look and see what we got. If we got anything. If his magic omnipresence didn't overhear us saying we were going to shoot him and steal it all in the night.

[He laughs again and goes to get the coffee ready, if ready means dumping an absurd amount milk and sugar in both mugs and calling it a day. He doesn't wait around to see if she likes his additions, instead taking his own mug in the direction of the tree. Where there's a...really big, weirdly lumpy package. It's got his name on it. It's definitely not an egg.]

What the hell is that supposed to be? Did I get a dead body?