Edie is thinking about magic, because what else do you do with your spare time when the good part of a book isn't calling you with its siren song?
Her thoughts are interrupted by a knocking on her door. She gets up to answer it.
"Well. We should be getting up and ready for the day," she says, suddenly brisk, levering herself out of bed. The lack of ardor in her voice is perhaps made up for by the smirk she gives her as she starts getting changed into dayclothes.
"...Sadly I did not set my alarm earlier than I normally get up so you should probably actually put them on."
"How's the rest of statistical anomaly table? Didn't see them yesterday."