Yep! Sleep is for the weak [Or humans.], it's that stress thign you gotta kill.

[Smiling at Lucretia, Lup imagines her journals all filled with these photos, and it's really sweet. She should show her the Polaroid thing one day, and Lucretia could just tape pictures in her book.

The question about an art shop makes Lup beam, though, and she flops over a bit in the bed.]

Oh yeah! They had some store with a paint brush on it, I bet they have art supplies. Gonna brighten up your office?