One reason it was so fantastic to have Gia in the house was that her moods were usually so soothing. She had a dreamy quality, and while it didn't precisely rub off on Arwen, it was comforting. "You should stay over sometime when it rains," she commented. "Not little drizzles like this, but a real rain. The sound of it hitting the river is lovely."
Arwen grinned at the idea of her family playing Twister together, and couldn't help but wish she'd managed to stay up to watch that. She would have answered promptly, but then her mother joined the morning party. "Morning, Mum," she said first. Arwen hadn't taken on her mother's British accent, but calling her 'Mom' just seemed wrong. "And no, I have the weekend off for a change," she belatedly answered Gia. Which wasn't actually by choice. She preferred to stay busy. Every once in a while someone in the insurance office of the hospital caught wise and reminded her that she had to take time off every now and again. Arwen disliked that nosy little man. Well, about as much as Arwen disliked anyone, which usually meant she only offered a smile as they passed in the hall as opposed to actually saying hello or good morning. Yes. That was dislike.
"I have not," she answered her mother. "I didn't want to risk waking everyone with the sounds and scents of my extraordinary culinary abilities. I figure Desi never made it to a bed last night." Arwen had guest rooms a plenty, but that was still one bet she was willing to place.