"Perfect timing!" Chelsea shouted from the bathroom. "I'm just finishing up in here." She rolled out of the bathroom, her hair still wet, a towel wrapped around herself and a second one underneath, her left leg crossed over the right, and her feet just dangling instead of carefully placed on the footrests. "Smells delish! How much is my part?" She pulled up to the coffee table. Now that she thought about it, she'd never actually drank coffee at a coffee table.