A/n: Thank you to all of my reviewers! Good to know I haven't lost any of you guys… I forgot how much fun it was to write this stuff!

Sandry rolled on to her stomach, playing idly with the tassels on the edge of the bedcover. Her silky hair was spread out wildly over the bed, tangled with Tris' copper strands from the girl who was lying next to her. Alanna, sitting on her desk at the other side of the room, turned round and glared at her.

"You're rumpling the sheets!" She protested, trying to sound upset. Sandry grinned impishly. "You do it."

"I'm allowed to." Alanna informed her tartly. "It's my bed."

"Was," Daja, leaning against the door, corrected. Sandry batted a hand in her direction. "Guest's prerogative." She said calmly. Alanna raised an eyebrow, held the expression perfectly for five seconds, then collapsed in fits of laughter. Suddenly, Cythera looked up decisively from the book she had been reading.

"I know what's wrong with you." She said, making Alanna jump and Sandry shriek with shock. Unperturbed, Cythera went on "it's all these knights around."

Tris, too raised a head, a sceptical expression on her grouchy face. "How so?" She enquired. Cythera chuckled.

"Alanna and I have been stuck in a convent for years, you people have been in a temple. Suddenly we get exposed to all these strong, handsome Knights-"

"-In training," interjected Tris,

"-alright, Knights-in-training, and the impact has shut down our brains."

"You seem well-versed in the impacts of handsome knights on the mind, Cythera." Remarked Alanna innocently. "Do you have your eye on one of them?"

"Raoul seemed pretty keen on you…" Sandry agreed. "is there something we should know about?"

Cythera blushed, glared, and then shot back, "What about the Prince? He was quick enough to ask you to dance, I notice…"

Sandry, who had been subject to far too many of these comments from her friends over the years, merely tossed her head and grinned. "oh, Jonathon's good-looking enough, but I don't know how he gets his head through the doorway. If it let down a bit, I might give him another look." This caused roars of laughter, and all but fits from Alanna and Cythera. Finally, when they had pretty much recovered, Alanna gasped out,

"Can't argue with that!" Daja strolled over to the bed, a wicked look in her eyes. "Well, you'll just have to downsize that head about, won't you?"

Alanna placed a hand on her heart, solemn-ness incarnate. "First chance I get!"