"...Please tell me you didn't actually call your parents right after," Bay said, poking her head out of the kitchen, a cup of coffee in her hands.

On a normal day, she would be facedown in bed right now, ignoring Daphne's return from the bakery. This time, last night's partying had gone on so late that, rather than try and function on a normal person's hours, Bay figured that she'd just take in a little of the hair of the dog that bit her and get some coffee and persist on with a hoodie over the remains of her Tinkerbell costume.