Clarke has never been a graceful morning person. The sleep she'd gotten the first few weeks on Earth had been fragmented, full of fits and starts followed by blackout exhaustion. When she'd first arrived in Darrow it hadn't been much better, but now over a year later she's back to her Ark sleeping patterns. Which means she wakes slowly and occasionally grouchily, hogs the covers, and burrows for warmth. So far Bellamy hasn't complained which really only makes her love him more.

She has the quilt from their bed wrapped around her like a cloak as the smell of food pulls her from bed. Bleary-eyed and bedheaded, Clarke throws a careful glance at Raven on the couch, smiling sleepily as she's pleased to see her friend still there. Once she reaches the kitchen, she slides up behind Bellamy and places her head against his back before holding out a demanding hand.

"Bacon me, please."