(( Damn, I already started a reply here. Guess it didn't send ))<br/><br/>Leila just picks up the rest of the dish and carries it through with her to the lounge, once more laying down belly-up and inviting the others to sit on or against her, especially Sai, who she looks at imploringly for a few moments. The warm plate tingles in her hands slightly, although it's probably just her imagination, or her subconscious trying to tell her something.<br/><br/>"Would you be able to clean off the worktops and table?" asks Katelyn, heading over to the fridge.<br/><br/>"I'll be comfortable wherever you tell me to go," he answers warmly.<br/><br/>"You don't mean that," replies Ed. It's a statement rather than an accusation. "You don't care."