Hi, Jason. [Who isn't tired. Yuna tries to muster up a smile for him, but it's shaky and slight; she can't quite keep the expression up.] I think I know where everything is. Thank you.
[She's up on her tiptoes, reaching towards an overhead cabinet she thinks has desserts in it still. Tiara likes sweets. Yuna brought her cakes and cookies and tea on that first day.]
You're up really late. [So is she, but everyone should know why, she thinks. There's concern in her voice, though, that usual urge to help, even if she isn't dumb enough to have to ask why.]
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[She's up on her tiptoes, reaching towards an overhead cabinet she thinks has desserts in it still. Tiara likes sweets. Yuna brought her cakes and cookies and tea on that first day.]
You're up really late. [So is she, but everyone should know why, she thinks. There's concern in her voice, though, that usual urge to help, even if she isn't dumb enough to have to ask why.]