Food. She needed food. Alcohol, too, would have been helpful, but in its absence (and honestly, this kind of situation was much more bearable with a raging hangover, as any lingering horror could be non-insultingly attributable to a headache), sugar was acceptable. She stared back at him for another long second before hopping up and out of bed and making a beeline for the picnic basket.
Having stuffed a sugar cookie in her mouth, she felt marginally more grounded and capable of saying, "Okay. Um."
(She was still completely naked, of course. But all things considered she felt that was a minor consideration.)
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Date: 2007-10-16 04:51 am (UTC)Having stuffed a sugar cookie in her mouth, she felt marginally more grounded and capable of saying, "Okay. Um."
(She was still completely naked, of course. But all things considered she felt that was a minor consideration.)