Kami frowned at that definition and finished mixing the ingredients in absolute silence. Then she retrieved a roll of plastic wrap to cover the bowl before stashing it in the refrigerator. When she emerged again, she had a carton of orange juice in her hand. “Juice?” she asked. She didn’t wait for Pru’s answer, though, and instead poured out two glasses. Her expression was distracted, a pretty little frown of confusion and thought turning down her full mouth.
As she handed the glass over and turned towards her couch, indicating for Pru to follow, though, she suddenly gave a little shrug. “The whole thing kinda was like a weird dream,” she agreed. “I don’t remember much of anything past maybe 9 or something.” She gave a faint, wry laugh. “Figures I’d end my clear memories on a dance with Jack. Everything else...”
Kami collapsed on her couch with a melodramatic whoomph and then grinned over at her friend. “I don’t know. I can only take people’s words for things,” she admitted. “But I felt pretty good. All relaxed and peaceful and warm so I guess that’s something, right?”