[It's just another day in Paradisa, one of those lulls after a few deaths and castle tricks. Stephanie doesn't bother changing out of her pajamas, because how many people can she run into on a short trip to raid the kitchen herself? She's got her nose in the journal as her slippers slide across the threshold of the room, and she glances up to see a mess, Klarion, and that furball of his.
Stephanie stops, reassessing the situation. Klarion. Cat. Mess. Klarion.
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Stephanie stops, reassessing the situation. Klarion. Cat. Mess. Klarion.
Klarion. Klarion.
Of all the people to see from home...]
Sooooo this is unexpected...