After a handwaved drive into New Orleans and Vlad's kindly "convincing" the concierge that there was no problem with finding the pair a cottage, the two had been comfortably ensconced in their
quarters for the weekend.
The rest of the night's activities might be left to the imagination.
When
breakfast was delivered, Walter forced himself out of bed long enough to fetch the tray and set it on the table on the far side of the bed from Vlad.
He got back into bed with his lover and sipped at the coffee that had come with the breakfast.
"Can we make a habit of this?"
[ooc: NFB as out of town.]