"If you suffocate in your sleep, it'll be your own fault." Kenzi left the glass of hangover concoction, then squirted the spray bottle at his head again. Like you would at a cat on the curtains. The words don't make me get the hose rose in her mind and were totally rejected. "Whatever. But I reserve the right to get Percy to douse you if you smell up a Common Room."

Not that he'd do it for her. But hey, Topher didn't know that. Kenzi headed for the door and called over her shoulder, "Check your voicemail!"

She was caring like that.