If Peisinoê was a morning person, Cece was the exact opposite. Alright not the exact opposite. It wasn't as if she preferred to wake at 6pm instead of 6am, but if she could tweak her hours just a little so she could sleep in just a tiny bit longer, she'd be happy. But (much to her dismay) even on a secluded little island filled with magical creatures, there was still a certain agreement that things would run on the same type of schedule they did out in the real world. This included accounting.
So, this morning, like every morning, she was about three coffees in. So, dehydrated an jittery. Peisenoê popping in with her typically cheerful-morning-person-grin almost made her jump out of her skin. But honestly, tea sounded good. Calming. Maybe it would level her out and she could get something done before lunch. "Ugh, yes. What are you, some kind of witch?" She asked, smirking a little at her own joke.