~she wanders in still wearing the remnants of her festival gown. ribbons and grasses tangled in her hair~
'sorry i wasn't here yesterday guys. that festival just wore me out. i think i need something to wake me up. hey Murph can i get a cup of Darjeeling?'
~while she waits for the water to get hot she settles into a chair and cover up with a blanket...before the pot starts whistling soft snoring can be heard~
kanga