"Come on, kiddo." This was about the fourth time in the past minute Ike had attempted to wake up his sleeping prince…to no avail. He'd been sitting on his royal friend's bed, prodding at his legs, back, and head for at least half an hour already. Even after all the effort he put in, he only received an angry-sounding huff in return. The mercenary sighed.

"You have to come out of these sometime, you know." He pointed out, poking Marth's spine a bit more.

"I do not!" was the childish reply. The prince shuffled under his sheets some more to show his annoyance.

Out of morbid curiosity, Ike played along. "You have to come out of there to eat." He said, still poking around.

"Well, I'll get out when you do! I'm not leaving before you, Ike." He threw the comforter over his head, sitting up only to be bombarded with an intimate gaze in the other's eyes—which were fairly close to his face.

"So, in other words, you'll join me for breakfast this morning?"