"And there's certainly nothing wrong with unwinding." Satisfied with the mix of her salad, Aliana pulled a folded white napkin from a drawer beneath the counter, picking up her lunch and heading to a small table in the corner. Her salad took up most of the tiny round table. Of the four orange chairs that surrounded the tiny table, Aliana slid the one out facing the wall.

A brief silence took over. With Aliana eating quietly and staring at the wall, and Celosia's body had turned to face where Aliana had been but she had lost in thought and was staring ahead at the fridge, and Bryony still lying on her side in the beanbag and her body facing the wall, there was nothing to discuss.

"Is there?" Aliana spoke up finally, halfway between a bite of salad.

"Hm?" asked Celosia. She flinched, snapping her train of thought in half.

Aliana cleared her throat, speaking up again. "Is there anything wrong with unwinding?" she asked.

"Nope. Not at all..." Celosia trailed off. She sighed, looking down at Bryony, who still hadn't moved or reacted to any of what had happened.