"If you want a doc, I can call one over! How do you feel about feathered pauldrons?" she tossed back from where she was in the kitchen. There are dishes to put back in the places she uses for her things, roommates to think on and to miss.

She expected no answer, putting off the rest of mistletoe cleanup and concentrating on the small sorts of busywork that meant she wouldn't be staring at her impromptu guest.