No rush.
No clock to watch.
No schedule to beat.

Just so you know—
     We’re ready.

Coal’s got his spot on the blanket,
     half-watching the door,
     half-hoping for snacks. (pretty sure it's 100% both)

I’ve got your chair saved at Irby’s,
     the good one,
     next to mine,

     where the light catches just right.

The Sylvan’s got a room—
     with White Claw in the fridge,
     still smelling of clean sheets,

     and just a little Coal mischief.

Pizza’s a call away.
Popcorn too, if the night calls for it.

The door’s open.
The seats are saved.
The arms (and paws) are free.

However it happens—
    wherever it happens—
    when you’re ready—

    we're already there.

Waiting without waiting.

Exactly the way you like it.