Sookie's hair was brushed and gleaming and soft. Her teeth were also brushed (and minty!) Her skin was moisturized, and smelled lightly like coconut. Her pajamas were on, Tina was fed, and her covers were turned down ( Read more... )

Sookie returned to her room with a steaming cup of hot chocolate, fresh from a walk in town, to find that she'd received an email from Jason.

Yeah, go figure: Jason was the more tech-savvy of the Stackhouses ( Read more... )

Since Jason still wasn't really speaking to her, Sookie had decided that she clearly had to be the one to take initiative and try and make up.

Granted, the fact that she was hundreds of miles away made it harder for her to try to reconcile their usual way, but not impossible. So Sookie had devoted part of her afternoon to baking cookies and a pie ( Read more... )

Sookie moved numbly through her guests, taking plates and offering chairs to the elderly. Her brain was buzzing with everyone else's thoughts ( Read more... )

Sookie had been back from Bon Temps for a few days, and while the events of the weekend had been somewhat on her mind, she'd been distracted by the benefits of Bill's blood a bit more than she'd expected. Hey, not dying and then getting enhanced senses plus bigger boobs and shinier hair? Not bad, really. Her days had been spent either in workshops ( Read more... )

Having gotten the bottles of synthetic blood to both Emmett and Professor Skywalker, Sookie felt accomplished ( Read more... )