Room 302, Saturday Morning

[not_a_moonie]

Raleigh was still asleep on the floor. Alana considered rousing him, decided against it, and reached for the fat paperback on her nightstand before snuggling back in under the covers. Finding out whether the Robot Duchess was going to learn the truth about what had happened to her daughter struck her as a perfect use of a Saturday morning.

[OOC: Door closed, post open.]

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[not_a_moonie]

"Definitely, time for breakfast," Alana seconded, and reached for Beatrice's other hand.

Wherever the kid had come from, she was cute and not dumb. Alana might even be kind of into this.