Bringing those new musings... Qiana Cullen's eyes snapped open and she instantly felt resistance from her makeup of the night before. Or the morning. What time was it? Hm. Mustache Conlan. "What time is it?" she blinked. She nuzzled his neck and pulled her legs up so that the Murphy man could give her more warmfs. "Do you remember taking our formals off?" Her dress was something of a chore, so it was surprising to realize she'd been PJ'd. "It's... 10:32." Her hair hung over her head now with her phone ensnared within. "Oh god-" she was late. "Wait." Phew. "Zap told me to leave her alone today." She used her index finger to open the text anyway, then chucked the device onto the bed. "I'm so glad you agreed to stay here with me..." Tress grinned and snuggled in deeper. Palace livin'.