Eden had gone for an early morning jog. She was dressed warmly, at least, with earmuffs to match, and a scarf and ALL that fun wintery stuff. Being back at the castle was good because she felt much less lazy here. Panting slightly, she slipped into the Great Hall for a quick bite before going to wake up Clara and Layla by jumping on their beds.

WHEE.

Weekends were NICE. But it was getting later, now, at least as far as breakfast standards go, and she thought her girls should be AWAKE.

Plopping down into a chair, her cheeks flushed from the cold, she grabbed the nearest drink--not caring what--and downed it in.......three seconds.

The thirst was real. But like, actual thirst. For drink.

"Where's the bloody food--" she mumbled to herself, pulling off her earmuffs and letting her brown hair flood her shoulders.