The next day, I woke up feeling much better after a good night's sleep, even if it had been on the floor. Without a blanket. Nor a Pillow.
While Anya said I could sleep in her house, she offered me nothing past that. In fact, she had gone to her bedroom so fast that I didn't have a chance to ask for anything. While it was strange, the shifting landscape outside the city didn't seem like a very good place to camp.
"Morning," Anya greeted as she emerged from her bedroom, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Did you sleep well?"
"As well as can be expected on a hard floor," I replied with a grin.
She rolled her multicolored eyes playfully but offered me a steaming mug of tea as an apology for her lack of hospitality. As we sat down to discuss our plan of action for finding Jean Yellow and retrieving the CUNT, she revealed that she had an idea.
