Said star had been up with the sun - a habit that was becoming increasingly irritating (especially when one woke up to sun and their fingers curled around someone else's in a manner that was entirely uncalled for) - and had been trying to explain to Tobias that Tristran was being odd to nothing but absent nodding and indulgent laughter.

Damn men.

Now she's sulking a bit, leaning against the wall outside of the kitchen doors and looking rather lost - she has no flour on her shoulders and the spices are all in the correct order and she hadn't quite expected to be this miserable about it, really.