25 Unicorn Street, Saturday Morning

The previous night had left Kerrigan with way too many bottles of neon fizzy drinks, left-overs from a green cake that she was going to eat at some point in the future when looking at it didn't make her queasy, and a hangover.

From the whiskey.

Praise be to Roy Mustang.

Still, she ambled through the house fairly early, mostly in search of a cup of coffee.

[ to one plz ]