She looked up, the hair that wasn't tangled up in her tiara was dangling in across her eyes. The make up from the previous night had smeared around her eyes giving her the smokey-eyed sexy look that many women spent hours creating before they went out.
"Last I checked it was 1 in the afternoon." Jean said to Wanda, sent a glance of sympathy towards Jubilee who looked about as bad as she felt and a look of jealous ambivalence towards Ororo who always looked composed no matter what she'd suffered through. Jean had never much liked her for that.
And since she did not have the stomach to cook her own breakfast this morning, she plonked down on the seat next to Jubilee, propping her head up on her hands. "The first one to make me something full of grease and eggs will win a beautiful novelty tiara." She said, pointing to the bejewelled plastic ornament. "After they extract it from my hair."