To put it bluntly, this really, really sucked. Her friends were dropping like flies. Jules was in some sort of coma type state. Elena...well, Rose wasn't stupid. Something wasn't right there. Her boyfriend wasn't even in his own body, and rather, he was in a body that the woman she was pretty sure he was still in love with loved. Ruby's little girl had gone missing and Jefferson's, too, and there was no question who had them. And Peter was under a curse that made him a spy. Frankly, thanks to the fear and the stress, she preferred to be holed up in her room, usually sneaking Toby in for massive amounts of cuddles. Until he got bored and abandoned her, too.
But at some point she'd have to leave the room. Get food, she supposed. Maybe some tea. And on opening the door, she smelled the familiar comfort of a brewed kettle of hot English breakfast tea. And for the first time all day, she smiled. She was British, after all. What couldn't she get through so long as there was tea?
Tea and her best friend and she smiled sleepily as she padded into the kitchen, watching John perform the familiar habit of pouring tea. "Morning," she offered, though with her weird sleep schedule lately, it could actually be afternoon. With the insanity around the city, she'd closed the center briefly. Gas leak. She was getting pretty good at faking excuses and in a place like Lawrence, people bought them.