[Gathering everything up and returning it to house 46 had taken the better part of the evening. By the time everything was finished it was late, and Adele hadn't wanted to send Steve home at that unseemly hour. As was only proper, she'd invited him to stay the night.
Her sleep had been dreamless, the day before relaxing and refreshing, and she was in the best mood she's had in a long, long while. Since Rick vanished, in fact. So she's up early in the morning, singing to herself under her breath in French as she moves about the kitchen. Her hair's loose around her shoulders, glinting in the early morning light, her voice a low, lilting melody that weaves through the air.]
Morning after in house 46
Her sleep had been dreamless, the day before relaxing and refreshing, and she was in the best mood she's had in a long, long while. Since Rick vanished, in fact. So she's up early in the morning, singing to herself under her breath in French as she moves about the kitchen. Her hair's loose around her shoulders, glinting in the early morning light, her voice a low, lilting melody that weaves through the air.]