012- Lazy
"I'm in bed with the laziest male in the world," Ryn commented when he laid one arm across her waist. Torrent cracked one eye open.
"If you're in bed, too, you must be pretty lazy yourself." His words were muffled, his face squashed against a pillow.
"Knitting. Not lazy. Productive." She turned the heel on the sock she was making. It was definitely still too early to be awake, in his book. He plucked her needles and yarn from her hands, setting it on the floor by his side of the bed and pulling her down into his embrace.
"Lazy."