"I know that's not what she meant. I said that," mumbled Melody, blushing anyway. As always, she wondered what Morgan was painting but felt strange about asking. She tried not to let her attention become too obvious as Melody stretched, rolled over on the bed in hopes that it wouldn't be too obvious she was averting her eyes-blatant averting would be as obvious as blatant ogling.<br/><br/>"I don't," Melody began slowly, "it isn't legal I just don't know if it's a good idea to go down... I mean if you have the stuff here all ready anyway then why risk it?" She tried to catch Freya's eye in the mirror to send a 'this is a bad idea' vibe. But Freya was clearly determined. "All right, I'll go with you," she mumbled, climbing out of bed and retrieving clothes. It had taken a day or two to get past the 'Can't change in front of people' thing. It simply wasn't practical. Instead, she faced an empty wall--if she couldn't see them they couldn't see her--as she switched from sweatpants to jeans. Her tee-shirt was fine, although depending on the weather she might want to consider slipping a sweater over it. Melody made her way to the window to investigate.<br/><br/>