"Cara, what actually is your backlash?"

Frown. "I think it's - I do things other people ask me to do, or obviously want me to do. And I get - worse at - at - some kinds of questions?"

"Okay. Does it work, if I tell you to ignore Cricket?"

Another frown. "I think so? Not sure what you mean."

"Did it let you stop thinking about what he - suggested."

"Oh. Yes."

"How long've you been sitting here?"

"around 4 hours?"

"...okay. I suspect, but very much want contravening evidence if any exists, that you should finish your poptart, drink some water, go to the bathroom, and get back in bed with Lucy."

There's a pause, and then she starts finishing her poptart.

Lucy: Wanders out of the bedroom crankily. SOMETHING is wrong, and she DOES NOT KNOW WHAT IT IS.

"- hey Lucy." Four hours can't have done her any favors either; he leaves Cara to it and goes over to hold Lucy's hand.

(Sink. Glass of water. Glug glug glug.)

Hmmmmmmm. This thing is comfy, but she feels like she was expecting more comfiness. She peers suspiciously at it.

"Can you talk at the moment, Lucy?"

Well, whatever more-comfiness situation she was expecting, she doesn’t know how to get there from here. She hugs the available comfy thing.

...that's fine. Cara should go to the bathroom before he puts them on the couch together for the day anyway.

Cara uses the bathroom, then starts to head back towards the bedroom.

"Cara, how about the couch actually."

She looks at the couch, and then back at him, a confused look on her face. "It's... a nice couch??"

"Instead of the bed, I mean."

She will... go to the couch.

Haru will attempt to maneuver Lucy also onto the couch.

Oh! There’s the more comfiness she was looking for! Lucy immediately gloms onto Cara.

Cara repositions for maximally convenient glomming.