{Margaret}
Margaret's head felt like someone had stuffed it full of cotton, then used it as a drum.
She stretched, various muscles she couldn't name and didn't even know she had protesting in ways that reminded her exactly how athletic last night's party had gotten.
[Well... At least I can walk,] she thought, making her way downstairs. [Though those kitsune certainly tried their best to change that.]
The 'morning' sun was actually setting, painting the Summers' kitchen in warm oranges and reds. Kimiko and Isabella were already up, though given the hour that wasn't surprising. The sounds of their usual morning routine - which naturally involved Isabella bent over the kitchen table - echoed through the house.
"Mommy, harder!"
Margaret just rolled her eyes with a little smile.
Then, she went and checked on Hazel, who was thankfully in her own room, drawing. The sight of her daughter playing made Margaret's heart swell, even as her head throbbed.
