[She's whining now, and still totally unaware she's been comatose. Sitting up at his prodding, she stares at him through a silky, mussed curtain of hair...and promptly scoots around so she can stretch out, her head pillowed in his lap with a happy sigh.]
M'gonna go back t'sleep here f' you don't hand over something Columbian that isn't cocaine.
[She lifts one hand, curled expectantly in anticipation of receiving a coffee cup.]
[spam]
[She's whining now, and still totally unaware she's been comatose. Sitting up at his prodding, she stares at him through a silky, mussed curtain of hair...and promptly scoots around so she can stretch out, her head pillowed in his lap with a happy sigh.]
M'gonna go back t'sleep here f' you don't hand over something Columbian that isn't cocaine.
[She lifts one hand, curled expectantly in anticipation of receiving a coffee cup.]