Belle straightened up. Tossed her blue hair into a messy bun with the retrieved hair tie. Turned around with an expression that contained exactly zero surprise at where my eyes had been.
"You coming to bed?" She patted the mattress. "Naomi's already claimed her side and if you take too long I'm giving your pillow to her."
"I." My brain rebooted from the brief system crash her bent-over silhouette had caused. "Yeah. I'm coming."
"Finally." Belle climbed onto the bed, pulled the covers back, and slid underneath with the practiced ease of someone who had already decided this was her bed now. She arranged the pillow, adjusted the blanket, and settled onto her side facing the center of the mattress. "Naomi, get in. He's going to stand there processing for another thirty seconds and I refuse to wait."
