Alexander has almost finished making dinner by the time Hartley had come down. He shook a bit more sweet basil onto the pan, making sure the chicken was cooked just right before he prepared to move it to a serving plate. He had made several pieces, about seven just in case he or Hartley wanted seconds or some other people wanted some as well. Just before he moved the chicken, he felt arms wrap around him from behind and smiled as he felt Hartley rest her head against him.
"Hello there, beautiful. How was your nap?" he asked, carefully turning to face her in her embrace. Kissing her forehead, he offered her a grin. "You got here in time for dinner, too." he said, using one hand to reach back and carefully remove the pan from the burner. The chicken moved smoothly onto the serving dish, the shallots already there waiting in the dish.