That's not enough, still. He couldn't possibly allow her to feel bad about herself when he loves her so. She is wonderful to him.

"Ah, so twelve or thirteen." Arms fit so well around her, they'll stay that way. "Hmmm," he hums thoughtfully with his head against her shoulder. "Well, I know that there is a very packed refrigerator and at least a handful of things that only need to be microwaved. Let's start negotiations when we're good and ready for them. You should be lazy and relaxing at least eight or nine of the twelve to thirteen hours."