If she could have turned any more red she might have, at the risk of fainting. Fortunately all she could do was sink even lowing and press her face into a pillow, muffling her voice.

"I took a shower. My hair won't dry fast enough if its up. Its too thick."

She groaned, barely reassured by his words as she oozed onto the floor dramatically, lifting a hand into the air and trembling before collapsing as though slain.

"I came over immediately out of the shower...I didn't want you changin' your damned mind on me," Roze grumbled, fingers crawling across the floor in search of the dinner bag. Sitting up like a zombie, she drew the sack closer and rummaged through the contents, eventually holding up a large plastic container of wonton soup.

"Ha! Lots of broth, some meat and starch. Always helps me when I'm feelin' fluey. I also got some delicious pulled pork BBQ sandwiches because I was in a mood for heavy meat sandwiches. And lots of water bottles. Because you need fluids. I got juice too though. I hope you're cool with pomegranate?" she asked, holding the bag over her head like an offering.