Outside Pixie Stix Cabin [Saturday, Late Morning]

[comeoutwrong]

There was something Effy liked about staying up all night. Seeing the day start from what still felt, to her, like the closing of another one. The strangest things appealed to her, and could easily occupy her thoughts like that. For hours, sometimes.

It was possible... (okay, yes probable) that Effy hadn't bothered to sober up, and she was still slightly drunk from her night out. It put her in a lighter, if odder, mood than usual.

Half-drunk or not, it was still around about breakfast time, and after making her toast in the cabin, she took it outside to eat on the steps. Hangover hadn't yet hit, and she was warding it off as long as possible. Until it did, she was going to enjoy the sun.

[[Front porch, so ofc open. I was meaning to press post when it was actually still morning, and... yeah.]]

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[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"If you know what they are," Effy observed. For a lot of people, yeah it probably had that effect. Not so much for her.

"This place no one knows, where you're from. Doesn't have it?" she assumed.

[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

Alexander grinned; he seemed to be very quick to grin regarding this conversation, unabashed this morning in his unfamiliarity with the world. He shook his head. "Not by these particular names, no," he said, "though we are not without our confectionery treats entirely. I've never had much of a sweet tooth, but I must admit to enjoying researching these names and finding out what they were."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Figured out the best one yet?" she wondered, leaning the side of her head in against the railing as she looked at him.