"Okay."

"We'd welcome the company if any of you want to hang out."

Hmmmm... Layla?

Hum. "A little? I could finish that book..."

"I've got meditations to do..."

"I've got letters to write."

"Sounds like a sunroom sort of day."

"Indeed it does. Let us thence repair."

To the sunroom, then! The view's very lovely; Gleam's sort of accidentally handed off management of the household to Micqui, and, well - the results are pretty nice. Micqui's apparently brought in more gardeners and landscapers, and had a hummingbird and butterfly sanctuary set up outside the sunroom.

A beautiful place to relax.

Gleam settles into a loveseat with her wife, of course.

Elathea drapes an arm around her shoulder.

Samira settles down cross-legged on the floor.

And Micqui settles at a little corner desk - effectively specifically for letters; this is one of her favorite rooms to write in. 

Layla smiles and curls up with her book on the floor near Samira.

Snuggle! 

She pulls out a small poetry book.

Elathea- believes she will doze. Still running a bit of debt from her previous binge.

Cute. Cute cute cute.

Gleam gets distracted from her poetry by staring soppily at her wife's face.

(...The inactivity is making the pain she's had since their fight worse, or at least more noticeable, but... This is far, far too nice to disrupt. She can handle it.)

Samira's more relaxed than she has been in a long while.

Layla notices of course. A relaxed Samira's good - and a reason for Layla to reach for her own calm.

(She's going to hold it against her parents so much if they start fighting again.)

Elathea snores, softly.

Gleam strokes her hair a little.

She curls into her a little.

She slept a lot earlier, but...

She's been stressed. It's pretty easy to start dozing herself. 

It will be pretty easy for them to nap away the whole afternoon, then.