<strong>Character: </strong>Raven<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Commons Area/ Kitchen<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Zatanna<br/><strong>Time: </strong>Sunday Night/ Early Monday Morning<br/><br/>"Breakfast teas are in the cabinet just to your right." A voice spoke up from one of the bar stools.<br/><br/>"If you're not feeling picky, you can have a cup of the Irish Breakfast that I brewed about ten minutes ago. As far as lavender honey goes, you're on your own for that one..."<br/><br/>Raven reached over the counter and hit the switch that cause the lights at the base of the floor to turn on. It was enough light so that they could see, but not enough light to be blinding.<br/><br/>Raven looked a bit worse for wear; like she'd either just woken up from a crappy night's sleep or had chosen not to sleep.<br/><br/>She looked down at her cup of tea, trying to summon the courage she needed to start the conversation she'd already had about five hundred times in her head.