18 Apocalypse Avenue, the couch, Tuesday morning

[idontlooktired]

Harriet had crept in late last night, still a cougar - which, granted, had made the creeping easier - and curled up on the couch under a blanket

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[spacepiratevala]

Vala wandered out, yawning, waving idly as she passed the blanket-wrapped Harriet. "Morning. Want coffee?"

[idontlooktired]

"Good morning." She couldn't help wrinkling her nose slightly; she was quite sure it was coffee that was responsible for the whole cougarness. "Could I prevail on you for a cup of tea?" she asked.

[spacepiratevala]

"I could probably manage that," Vala said, putting the kettle on. Oooh, maybe she'd have cocoa instead of coffee. "How are things going?" She called from the kitchen.

[idontlooktired]

"I'm no longer a cougar, so things are better than they were yesterday."

[suit_of_awesome]

Barney emerged to discover if someone was cooking for him this morning and considered Harriet's attire because that was much more important than food. "You know, I never took you for an au natural sleeper. Intriguing prospect."

[idontlooktired]

With a great deal of dignity, she hitched her blanket higher. "I was a cougar when I went to sleep."

[suit_of_awesome]

Barney's mouth moved but words did not come out, his hands flailing in frustration. Finally he managed, "You were a COUGAR and I missed it?!"

[idontlooktired]

She stared at him, and then she shook her head at him, deeply amused. "An actual cougar, Barney." It might have been the first time she'd ever used his given name. "Teeth, claws, whiskers, fur. I doubt you would have wanted to see that."