Cassie scoops her own pajamas off the bed and gives Blaze a quick smile as they pass.  (There's a brief muffled squawk from the bathroom after the water turns on, but she doesn't come out immediately.)

She flinches a little at the squawk, but stays where she's settled herself, perched on the couch, feet tucked up underneath her.

Cassie emerges eventually, showered and pajamaed.  She shifts from chair to bed and asks "All set?" as the overhead lights start turning off at the far end of the room.

"Yes, ma'am," she nods, hesitates. "Um. Sleep well?"

"You too."  Cassie wraps up in the remaining blanket and tucks herself in the corner where the bed meets the wall.

(And if she leaves her chair between the bed and the sofa, well, that's a sensible place to get out of it.)

Blaze is still wary of sleeping, but she curls up a little smaller on the couch, and does eventually drift off.

The rain tapers off in the wee hours of the morning, and soft dawn light begins to filter through the skylights.  Cassie doesn't wake up.

She does wake up when cheery synth-pop starts blaring from the other side of the kitchen about four hours later.

Blaze jerks awake at the sound, shooting to her feet (managing to avoid tangling with the blanket this time), and looks around wildly, certain she's overslept-

Except this isn't the church. This is-

But she still overslept, didn't she?

Well, on the one hand, it's fairly bright out.

On the other hand, the blanket cocoon slowly metamorphosing into a human seems to think it's an entirely unreasonable hour to be up, if the grumbling is anything to go by.

-Blaze doesn't exactly want to poke around the kitchen area, but she expects coffee will be appreciated. So she goes to see if a kettle and coffee fixings are obvious.

There's a coffeemaker in the corner by the fridge, and filters and coffee grounds can be located if she opens a few cupboards (along with a sack of whole beans, but no easily findable grinder).

The music turns off and there's a clicking noise from the corner as Cassie gets up and settles into her chair.

Well. She sets about setting the machine to brew, as quietly as possible.

"G'morning," Cassie mumbles as she heads toward the bathroom. 

She bobs slightly in something that is almost a curtsey. "Morning, ma'am."

She emerges a few minutes later in a gray pencil skirt and a peach cardigan, looking a bit more awake.  "Did you make coffee?  Thank you so much, you're an angel."

She glances away, obviously surprised by the gratitude. "I, um, you're- welcome?"

Cassie stifles a yawn behind a hand as she gets mugs and sugar out of the cupboard.  "So, what d'you want for breakfast- we've got more toast, poptarts, there should still be some eggs but I dunno if they're still good-"  She seems to be ramping back up to full speed even before coffee.

"I- um, you don't- I'm fine-"

"You should probably eat something... I've got milk and grape juice, if you're not feeling up to solid food?"  She takes last night's spare toast out of the toaster and sets it on a plate midway between them, replacing it with a pair of poptarts.

"I- um. If- you're- sure? I don't- You don't- want anything?"

"I'm having poptarts, don't think I quite have time for eggs- I'm taking the bus halfway so I don't have to park in the city center- you're welcome to them if you want them and they haven't gone bad though."

Sugar: in mug.  (Kind of a lot of sugar.)  Coffee:  done?

Coffee, done, and Blaze is lifting the pot to pour into the mug Cassie just put the sugar in.

"I, um, o-okay," she says after a moment. She returns the pot to under the machine, and takes one of the pieces of toast from last night, nibbling at it.

"Oh- thank you."  She gives Blaze a brief smile and stirs her coffee thoughtfully.  "Okay, so while I'm gone- I should be back by noon, maybe one if I run some errands after, but you don't need to worry about what to do if I'm not back in time, I arranged that with a friend already.  I can loan you some clothes, I think we're about the same size, or I've got a washer-dryer if you want to wash yours- uh, the white one over there's the one that's hooked up, not the silver one, I took the guts out of the silver one months ago."

She nods. "I- yes, ma'am."

"You, um- you know you don't have to call me ma'am, right?  I won't be mad."