"Thank you."

"Hussy."

The Fable wriggles around in an attempt to get comfortable again, with moderate success. Sighing more with contentment than frustration now, she relaxes and lets her eyes drift shut; and a semblance of peace descends over the room again.









"...Wargh!"

After the cry, a muffled slap sounds out from the general area of Mary Anne's thigh.

"Get your damn feet off me, woman! They're fucking freezing!"