Room 238, Late Friday Night/Early Saturday Morning
Sprawled out unconscious fast asleep on Crichton's couch, after Callynander's Triad Night had suddenly taken a turn for the naked, Callisto cuddles into the cushion she's using as a pillow.
Occasionally she mumbles something which sounds like "Giraffes?" invariably followed a short while later by a muffled "Giraffes!"
Occasionally she mumbles something which sounds like "Giraffes?" invariably followed a short while later by a muffled "Giraffes!"