Alistair can't say he's surprised.

(He's a little relieved, too -- guiltily so. Can't upset Cullen if he's asleep, after all.)

Silently, he sets the plate and mug on the desk, shuttling aside a few papers to make more room. It doesn't actually do anything to hide the papers -- Alistair's not trying to hide them, after all -- nor the salutation on top of one letter in particular: Fiona.

Alistair rips off a sliver of paper from one of the discarded drafts and scribbles a note: For you. ♥, A

Before his stomach can grumble too loudly, he slips back out to find his own breakfast.