The smile at Morgan rising to the bait was one of those one hundred watt smiles that Freya sometimes naturally came upon. Bright and happy and perfectly natural. When Melody started to protest she could move Freya shook her head firmly. "Hey, no, then we would loose the 'Chicka chicka bow wow' spare bed. I would prefer my three in the morning sleeping jimmies to remain unrustled by Morgan's habit of being molested under the covers of the spare bed by random lumberjack impersonators." Again the teasing smile. "Its alright M, I will pick on M instead in a minute. Its not just take the piss out of M night." A huge smile, "Speaking of... I asked M last time, so M," she glanced at Melody, "you are volunteered. Truth or dare love?"