No gifts to give, they're all right here

For once, Edgar got out of bed first. It wasn't unusual for him to wake up early, still a light sleeper attuned to the changes of sunlight coming in through the windows and minute sounds, but usually he forced them out and hid deeper in sleep. It would have been easy to curl back up and sleep this morning, drowsy with last night's full belly and warm and content with his lovers keeping him close, but it was those exact feelings that led him to creep out of bed. He slipped into the kitchen with a mind to make breakfast for everyone or, at least, coffee and toast. 

"Morning you beggars," he said, looking down at the cats who swarmed his ankles the moment they realized someone was awake and in the position to feed them. "I know, I know..." 

It was quiet and the kitchen was empty but Edgar knew that the other occupants of the apartment were all nearby, which made him feel strangely at peace.