Lisa
Rosaline Hawthorne
Stormalong

The morning came with a splitting headache. If she ever had the urge to cuss this would be the time. She rose from the bed with a groan. A precursory look around reminded her she definitely was drunk the night before. Although how she had ended up there, not to mention her lack of memory of drinking in the first place was... Worrisome.
Karin
Avril Maddox
Stormalong

By the time Rosaline woke up, Avril was already making some breakfast and had a kettle over the fireplace. Her sharp pointed ears were pricked and listening for the tell-tale scream of the kettle, which she knew would be coming any moment now. 

At the sound of Rosaline waking up and groaning, she glanced back at the woman and said, "I wondered if you might feel like a ripe bit of garbage this morning. Head hurt?" She didn't wait for a response, but rather continued, "I have a kettle on, and when you're up and ready, I have a brew that'll fix that for ya."
Kathy
Craig Gulcher
Stormalong
Before the kettle could fire up there come a rapping at the door, followed by the hunter letting himself into the building. "Morning campers!" He said in a too cheerful voice, his country accent made worse by the chew in his mouth. He'd decided that morning while playing with his cat Captain stumpy that the wonderful blend made any hazards of dealing with a knife ear well worth his while. "Have a fun night did we?"