[she still sounds a little haggard and worn out from her ordeal a couple days ago, even though most of that weariness is mental. Not that it's stopping her from dwelling on it, of course]
[muttered to herself as she's paging through the journal] ...At least with the holidays, the things that happen around here make sense. This unexplainable crap just isn't fair... [a sigh!] ...I didn't even do anything this time.
[then there is a melancholy pause while she sets the journal on her lap and broods. She could go into town and order a nice dinner for herself, but spending money isn't going to make her feel better this time. Swindling money off the population isn't appealing either-- that sounds like work. And there's nothing around this stupid castle that... wait. Aha. An idea!]
...Screw it. I deserve this.
[normally she doesn't capitalize on the magical wish-granting properties of the castle as much as she could. Today, however? ...Well, there is now a train of ghosts delivering a veritable feast to a girl in the lobby. Why the lobby? Because she feels like it! Couches are comfy.]
((ooc: so super open, as always! ...btw
thanks, Eris.))