Eliza woke up coughing and sputtering, vainly trying to swim to the surface of the... bedclothes.

Good Lord. What very odd dreams she had since coming to this town.

And why, when there was nothing she loved so much as to laze about of a morning when she didn't have to go down and open the shop, did she have the most awful urge to head to the kitchen and consume an entire steak for breakfast?

[OOC: Oh so very establishy]

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