Pen wakes up at about four in the afternoon. It takes her a few seconds to remember why she's here, but then she remembers and starts looking for Cindy.
He can supply all of these things! Everyday clothes first, then nightgown, then pretty dress. By the time he starts the pretty dress, he is beginning to yawn; "past my bedtime," he declares, and leaves the sewing where it is while he washes off his makeup and gets into his nightgown and flops onto a couch.
Pen sews fabric scraps together with no particular aim in mind and then she goes to bed too.
Pen considers waking him up, then starts looking for doable breakfast on her own.
The kitchen is very well supplied, but more with complicated things than simple ones. There's some more cookies in the fridge, though, and milk and cereal.
She observes the picture on a cereal box, with the milk and the bowl - breakfast cereal is not an Eyrie staple - and manages to follow the directions and then dunk cookies in the milk while the cereal gets appropriately sogged.
She eats her sogged cookies and her sogged cereal and leaves her bowl carelessly on the counter.
"G'morning," he says cheerfully.
"Hi. Do play cards?" Pen asks, since that was his other idea to make up for not being able to fly and they didn't get to it yesterday.
He wanders into the sewing room and emerges a few minutes later wearing a shirt and trousers (purple and black respectively) and socks (green and purple argyle) and carrying a pack of cards.
"Are strange cards," says Pen, peering at them. "Not stars and apples and kisses and feathers?"
"Nope." He sits on the floor and fans out the cards in front of him. "Hearts, diamonds, clubs, spades," he says, indicating each.
Pen peers at the suits. "And not angel-oracle-archangel," she says, pulling out some face cards.
"Queen, king, jack," he explains. "And ace. And—" he pulls one from the bottom of the deck "—joker."
"Ace one?" Pen asks, searching the deck for ones and finding none.
Pen pulls out all the diamonds and arranges them: ace, numbers, queen-king-jack like he said.
"Well, usually it goes like this," he says, rearranging the face cards into the conventional order.
"Oh, 'kay." She arranges the other three suits too, then sweeps them all up into a pile and starts clumsily shuffling. "What play? I know, um," she thinks, "Bite the Apple, but no apples..."
She likes winning, if he ever lets her! And telling blatant obvious lies.
Sure, she can win once in a while. And her blatant obvious lies are very entertaining.