When everything's done, he dumps all of it onto a plate for himself. No telling when Cullen will wake up, and cold toast is disgusting.

He does set a jar of jam in prominent view once he's slathered some on his toast, though. (Even now, he's making reflexive peace offerings. Andraste's ass.)

He wolfs down his breakfast so fast that the tea's still hot enough to scald his tongue when he's done. He'll bring it into the bedroom, he decides, and...who knows. Contemplate his pack while he finishes drinking it.