You give Felicia a hug. She myuus at you and rolls over, batting at the hem of your bathrobe, but doesn't seem interested in sex this morning. Maybe the loud noises ruined her mood.
After finishing your shit-tacular breakfast, you head out of your bedroom, still dressed like Hugh Hefner on a lazy Saturday morning.
You see Reginald sitting on the porch, sipping a nice cuppa tea and watching the Science People doing their thing. "Reg. . ." you begin.
"So, it is time?" Reginald asks. He stands up and cracks his knuckles.
"NO! Not yet! I just wanted to tell you that they're building a science lab in our front yard, and to watch out for in case zombies and aliens rise!" you shout.
"Oh yes, I noticed. Very nice chaps, these Black Mesa people. One of them offered to buy me a beer when he gets off duty. Nice young man." Reginald sits back down and goes back to his tea and biscuits.