.007 [Video]
[A flurry of brownish fur fills the screen, then falls away. Apparently a tribble has managed to accidentally activate Anna's tablet.]
[When the feed clears, it reveals her curled up on her bed, all but completely buried in tribbles (and one stuffed platypus) except for her head, shoulders, one arm...and one large, impossibly fluffy, semi-transparent and delicately multihued wing fanning gently over her head. The other's folded against her back, somewhere under the mass.]
[Oblivious to the active connection, she is crooning softly in a weird, tuneless counterpoint to the creatures' harmonious trills, eyes half-closed. Her expression is one of complete and utter serenity and contentment. The tribbles like her and she likes them, and all is right and peaceful in her little world.]
[When the feed clears, it reveals her curled up on her bed, all but completely buried in tribbles (and one stuffed platypus) except for her head, shoulders, one arm...and one large, impossibly fluffy, semi-transparent and delicately multihued wing fanning gently over her head. The other's folded against her back, somewhere under the mass.]
[Oblivious to the active connection, she is crooning softly in a weird, tuneless counterpoint to the creatures' harmonious trills, eyes half-closed. Her expression is one of complete and utter serenity and contentment. The tribbles like her and she likes them, and all is right and peaceful in her little world.]