Tinsel emerged from her room like a shuffling monster, making her way to the front door dressed in her January uniform: messy bun, yoga pants, oversized hoodie, and big comfy slippers, and not a lick of makeup on her face. January was "no effort" month through and through, although she had almost shaved her legs that morning, knowing Julia was coming, but stopped at her knees. And she showered before returning to her burrowing, so she was clean at least.
"Heeyyy," she said, smothering a yawn as she opened the door, the hood of her hoodie pulled down over her forehead. "Long time no see, girl." With a smile, she leaned in for a kiss before she looked at what Julia had brought. "What is all this?"