"Because bedrooms," Amaya stated, now looking at Irene and trying to figure out if that shifting made it better or worse, "are for sleeping."
And, if she was in a bed with Irene, that was the second-to-last thing she'd want to be doing.
(Cuddling. The first was cuddling, and she'd taken swift care of that).
Plus, it was her space. And only hers, except sometimes maybe the lobsters, and she was just very particular about that, and so...
"But you're up now," she noted, "and yourself, so grab a dress or a robe or just go out as-is and give the island a treat for the day, I don't care. I've got work to do, so..." She cocked her head toward the door. "Out."
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And, if she was in a bed with Irene, that was the second-to-last thing she'd want to be doing.
(Cuddling. The first was cuddling, and she'd taken swift care of that).
Plus, it was her space. And only hers, except sometimes maybe the lobsters, and she was just very particular about that, and so...
"But you're up now," she noted, "and yourself, so grab a dress or a robe or just go out as-is and give the island a treat for the day, I don't care. I've got work to do, so..." She cocked her head toward the door. "Out."