[ It is just past midnight in casa de Harrison-Lechat. Which means that, despite all the assorted Weird Shit that has decided to barge into their blessed normal lives, Yvonne still has to be the weirdest of them all. Peeking over the magazine she's reading, she extends a leg across the couch to poke her roommate in the side with a toe. ]

Blake. [ She waits about a second. ] Blaaake, hey. Earth to roomie, I know you've been at that book for six whole hours, but I've got a question.