Tara was getting a little bit restless, truth be told. She wasn't too big on sitting around and doing nothing, but she couldn't very well go on TV with a cast like hers, so here she was, driving herself crazy in her apartment. Her head, at least, was now fine, and her bruises were healed ,so she just had to wait on everything else to finish up healing. Like her fucking fractured-ass arm. Grumpy? Just a bit.
And getting hungry, again, so she'd pop out of her bedroom to see if that was happening. And when she realized it wasn't - work - she sighed a little bit. "You want me to call Demeter again and ask if she'd bring over some food?"
Again, not that she'd mentioned it to Hera or Cora previously, and she'd eye the papers. "What is this?"