Ren walked into the scullery, her feet dragging. She felt like she had gone ten rounds with a boxing kangaroo. Her eyes were puffy, her hair was a disaster of red tangles, and the makeshift snake-skin outfit was starting to chafe.
The kitchen was already occupied.
Lyssa sat on the main prep table, swinging her legs. The Coral Snake and the Albino were frantically chopping vegetables, trying to salvage a pot of something that smelled suspiciously like cold sewage.
When Ren entered, Lyssa's face lit up with malicious glee.
"Look who woke up," Lyssa announced loudly, smoothing her skirt. "You look terrible, Mammal. Did the wood give you splinters?"
Ren ignored her, walking straight to the water basin to splash her face. "Morning, sunshine. Move your ass, you're sitting on the cutting board."
Lyssa laughed, a high, tinkling sound that grated on Ren's last nerve.
