<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/92/cd/85/92cd85ec2a22444f2bc7b101e7e7b143.jpg)</div><strong>Morag</strong><br/><br/>"Mind yer back muscles, dear," Dulaney chuckled as the Stewartron shifted from a B or so to a C+ cup. "Else Ay'll 'ave to add a massage to yer checkup, an' ye'll be off-duty for a good long time."<br/><br/>Reaching past Bryce (and incidentally pressing her own not-negligible bosom more firmly into his back), she grabbed a few strawberries from the collection intended for the crepes. Solid food did nothing for her, hadn't for many a year, now; too much of it would actually make her ill. But she still enjoyed the taste, especially of fresh fruit. She ate them as she would have her regular fodder, sinking her fangs into the flesh of the fruit and sucking the juice out, before chewing the pulp and licking her fingers clean. She made sure to do it very close to the Engineer's ear, as well, so he couldn't miss any of the interesting slurping and smacking sounds.<br/><br/>"And since you've a hand free," she went on to Dyn, giving them a slightly red-lipped grin, "could you ever pour us a drop of coffee? Tea's well enough for th'afternoon, but first thing in the mornin', 'tis coffee does the trick." A spurious argument, since for her typical nights and days were reversed, and caffeine had no effect on her any longer, no matter the source; but she was a creature of habit. As would anyone be, after so long.