"Little Snow, get up, the sun's already shining on your butt."
Snowy Gartia rolled over, curling her blanket into a ball, she grumbled irritably: "Don't disturb me, I'm sleeping."
"It's almost noon, aren't you hungry, Little Snow?" Hellena Groove was holding a plate of freshly baked wings, the aroma was tantalizing.
Snowy Gartia sat up, her hair tousled, looking like a banshee.
She ran her fingers through her hair, irritably yelled out, glared at Hellena Groove, and pinched her cheek: "Did you do this on purpose?"
"You need to eat breakfast on time, or it's bad for your stomach," Hellena Groove remarked seriously.
"You're becoming more and more like your sister, no doubt she raised you."
Snowy Gartia got out of bed and dashed to the bathroom to clean up.
Hellena Groove drew back the curtains, letting the brilliant sunlight fill the room, bouncing around playfully.
