Tea is made for the tired girl. She smiles.
"Thanks, Skul."
The boy smiles and nods somewhat graciously. "A pleasure."
She is seated at the kitchen table, her hair strewn loose about her, and her eyes furrowed with sleep. She is handed the mug.
"Will you be all right?"
"Of course. I just need some rest, and I'll be completely recovered from the festivities."
"That's good, China."
"Obviously."
A/N: I... Need... Sleep...
#collapses#
~Mademise Morte, December 25