Lydia woke up the next morning, tangled in her sheets, yawning as she stretched. She reached over to the nightstand, grabbing her phone and checking the time. [i] Good it’s still early. [/I] She slid out of bed, walking over to her vanity and checking her throat. [i] Yup, still bruised. Yup, still hurts like a bitch. [/i] She got up and got dressed, before sitting down at her vanity, picking up her concealer, taking great pains to cover up the bruise. She continued working until the bruise wasn’t noticeable anymore, looking over herself in the mirror. She gathered her hair up and slipped a hat on. [i] I feel pretty good. 90%. Maybe 88%. Good enough. [/I] She left her room and headed to the kitchen. 

Josh woke up slowly, and groggily. He opened his eyes to see his vines covering the walls of his room, thickly, covering every square inch and object in the room. He yawned, the vines beginning to recede back to him, staring off at the far wall. [I] Well, no nightmares. That’s good. [/i] Josh entered his private bathroom and took a shower, exiting the bathroom, pulling his clothes on. He headed into the kitchen to see Lydia eating a parfait the servants had made and he rolled his eyes, reaching for the box of cereal. “Morning, Lydia.” 

“Josh, attend the superhero games for me today. I don’t feel like going.” Lydia answered. 

“I’m sorry, but I’m not your bitch. Ask someone else.” Josh replied, pouring the cereal in a bowl.

Lydia raised a brow at him but shrugged. “... nice comeback. I approve... I’ll go ahead and go.” 

“Good.” Josh carried his bowl of cereal into the living room to eat in front of the TV.