"We'll need capes and boots and maybe a good lasso charm or two at our disposal." It was good to take something not so seriously when the rest of her life seemed so overwhelming.
Tracey trudged up the steps, feeling her energy drain faster now or maybe that was just her subconscious. She managed not to trip on the laundry but was sure a trouser leg tried to latch on and make friends. "What have you got against doing laundry? Or is this supposed to be a pet?"
Making a face, Tracey realised how lucky she was. "Really? I couldn't stand that. I think my biggest problem is not eating everything I see. I'm not over hungry I just have a weird appetite." Leaning against the counter top on her elbows, Tracey almost smiled. "You know what? Theodore will likely never speak to me again. Well, it's my own fault, having brought so much shame upon myself." With that Tracey had to laugh; she'd try to explain it to him somehow. "And you're letting me monopolise the entire conversation about my problems. I've yet to hear anything about you other than your laundry animal and your date with Daphne."