"Obviously she was an escapee from a soap opera," she sniffed. Tracey shifted restlessly as she tried to find a less uncomfortable way to lay in the bed. It was obviously getting toward time for that obnoxious mediwizard to show up and dose her with potions again. "Chinese from Fireball Dragon Palace," she answered, "of course."
Her eyes were heavy and her smile more crooked and slightly bleak than before. "This is not usually the reason or the method men use to keep me in bed," she yawned.