Re: quicklog: carnival abe/sasha
[The blanket was pulled over her face and she groaned in frustration from being too sick to appreciate anything.] Ugh, that is so romantic. [She was trying to make it sound like romantic = disgusting, but she was barely able to maintain even more than a few moments of cranky and Sasha could normally own a Miss Crankypants competition without even trying.] Will you come inside? I don't want to die alone. [Yes, still from under the blanket.]