If she was in an especially truthful mood, Anna Marie could admit to being a closet hedonist. Oh sure, she could make due with just about anything. Sleeping two hours a night in the open back of a pickup truck, bird baths in public washrooms, the whole thing. But when given a nice bed and a day off, hell if she wasn't going to use it, especially given that the recent victory keeping the house and its inhabitants relatively contented.
So it wasn't until the afternoon that she had stretched, lazy as a warm canary-filled cat, and finally pried herself out of bed, brushed her teeth and meandered downstairs for a late breakfast. Coming through the common room into the kitchen she head the echo of Jamie's greeting, and she peeked in to... just Jamie. "All those languages an' your talkin' to yourself in English, Snoop?"