She breathed a heavy sigh, “No.” Scrubbing her face with her hands, Dorcas spoke from behind them so it was muffled but not enough to really hide anything, especially since she wasn’t trying to hide anything, “Now I’m all stressed out and empty feeling. That is not ‘sleepy-time Dorcas’.”
Evan walked over to her, reaching up to pull her hands away from her face. "Well how do I fix it?" he asked her. "Tell me what you need me to do, please?" he asked, giving her a little pout. "Come on, something's gotta make you feel better."
“You have three options to be used in any combination – cake, people getting slaughtered for a bit of schadenfreude or a back massage,” strange options but there they were anyway. What could he do with them? It was sort of like giving him a challenge.
He arched a brow. "Scha-what?" he asked first. He'd never heard the word, nor anything like it. How was he supposed to do anything with that if he didn't know anything about it? "Cake and back massages I think I can do, the slaughtering might be more difficult."