[He pouts a little at the laughter before he visibly shivers at the hand smoothing along his skin, his own green eyes fluttering before he shakes his head and swats the hand away, scooting to the edge of the bed to get up with some delicacy.]

There's not much in my fridge unless you can make something out of leftovers. [Hiccup raises a hand to rub at the back of his neck, looking over his shoulder at his lover. He must look a real sight.] I don't really eat healthily since I'm usually doing paperwork.