you and Anya are in the enrichment lounge of the Tulpar, the lights are dim and coat every surface of the lounge in a sleepy orange hue. Anya is laying against the arm of the recliner she’s been settled in reading. She taps the cover of her newest phycology textbook rhythmically, out of habit, she’s been just burning through them as of late, and this one has a particularly unpronounceable Latin name. She flips a page quietly as you sip on a late cup of coffee, your last for the day lest Anya get onto you about your sleep schedule for the umpteenth time