"Neither, it's just a turn of phrase indicating an unexpectedly and undesirably large quantity. Though I did once hear a story about a Slayer who had a very adventurous night and ended up wading ankle-deep in vampire dust... for her sake I hope it was exaggerated, I can picture how many vampires you'd need for the dust to get that thick and it is too many."

"...it really would be, though if she did manage it she's to be commended."

"Agreed. Anyway, if you're settled on a good spell lineup for tomorrow then I'm off to get ready for bed. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

He too will go to bed. He doesn't need to be able to hang Prestidigitation fresh in the morning so it is fine that he will wake up less than eight hours later come dawn.

Once again, waking at dawn puts him in the position of being the only person in the house who does that.

Yup, he goes back to bed after he's put in his hour.

In that case most likely he'll be woken once again by Eliza shambling unhappily out of bed a few hours later.

Yup. He pokes his head out of the guest room.

It's been long enough, if only barely, for her Share Language to run out, but her memory suffices to approximate a, "Good morning."

"Good morning." Hand?

Hand.

"Share Language."

"Thanks. Did you sleep well?"

"I did, thank you. You look like you perhaps did not."

"The Slayer dreams have been pretty rough the last week or two. And more confusing than usual, to boot. Wildly different locations and situations, instead of a dozen variations on the same core themes. I'm not sure what to make of it and it's pretty annoying."

"I should attempt to extract prophecy spell information from the Acts in case that - helps at all."

"Yeah, good thought." She stifles a yawn. "I should finish waking up and then see about breakfast."

He nods and goes to set about a re-read of the Acts of Iomedae while she's doing that.

She goes to the bathroom and changes out of her chalkboard pajamas into real clothes and shuffles yawning down the stairs and puts some toast in the toaster and scrambles some eggs.

Ooooooh toast and eggs. Maybe some toast and eggs are for him. ...reading.

She does in fact make two plates of toast and eggs, plus enough extra eggs for a third breakfast, presumably for Chris later. Then she sits down at the kitchen table with hers and motions Blai to the other plate, perhaps not wanting to bring it to him when he has his book out.

Reasonable. He will note his page and set the book down to come eat toast and eggs.

"Learn anything interesting so far?"

"I've already read through the Acts once but nothing has leapt out so far as relevant to prophecy. If I recall correctly there's more of it after the point at which Arazni joins the Crusade but I don't want to miss something in an earlier chapter by skipping ahead."

"Reasonable." Munch munch. The eggs and toast are not high cuisine but they're pretty all right.