"Sazuka. He's a gentleman. I think you'd like him," Annie tells him as she lets him help her up. She rinses her mouth out and even carefully swishes a few mouthfuls of water to really clear the awful taste of bile and booze from her mouth.

"He used my recipe for fast rising dough." Annie looks at them standing next to each other in the mirror. What a pair.

"The.... the usual ones?" She smiles a little shyly. "The maroon. They smell like you. I'll rest better. I... I know you've been struggling too. So if you're not up for a snuggle I'll be okay."