[Presently before you is (1) one Rebecca Crane, her chin on the kitchen table and a cup of coffee between her hands. She shifts up to rest on her elbows after a moment, cozy in a loose knit sweater and tank top. And still tired as her yawning will attest, but there's a smile on her lips.] 'sup? Good morrrrning, Marina.
Thought I'd try and get some advice... [Camera view switching to that of the table, with a spread of a few danishes, some pâté, a loaf of Parisian bread and the last thing out of her pantry... grapes.] Not sure what to make for breakfast out of this. I kinda didn't get around to a grocery run yesterday, so it's going to be... a danish morning, I think. Danish and grapes, the breakfast of champions.
... But seriously? [There's a moment's pause, where she pulls that container of pâté closer and shows it off to the camera. Her voice is a little softer. Maybe just to not be overheard.] Who eats this? Stuffy... rich food. [Slight laugh.] What's next, caviar?
[A pause, before she sighs. Reaching for that cherry danish.] Ah, crap, I have so much to do today.
[Action/ Open - Noonish.]
[Sometime before noon she's finally pulled herself to her feet, washed her face and shaken off most of her morning lethargy. And dressed, finally. And out in the beautiful... morning sun to stop by some of the stores to pick up a few things. Cross stopping by the day before kind of derailed all her plans, so she's got groceries to stock up on. Backpack over her shoulder, she's yours to encounter to, from or in the fine act of selecting a nice head of lettuce or the like.]