<strong>Name</strong>: Zoey “Zo” Taylor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13794937#msg13794937)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>March, around midnight.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Halliwell Manor, kitchen<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/2c/d6/b2/2cd6b2a97f62bbfce3fb24627a41544e.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kitchen people<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Sleepy and wondering what the commotion is all about.<br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/10/Alexis-ren-2.jpg)</div>The tall lithe frame of one Zoey Taylor wandered into the kitchen having woken up with all of the commotion.  Her blonde hair was a tussled, bed-headed mess and her eyes appeared only to comprehend half of what she was seeing. Which at the moment was a group of vaguely familiar blurs.  She scratched absentmindedly at her head and yawned loudly even as she spoke.<br/><br/>“Hey everyone.  What’s going on?”  Zoey was still in the black camisole and short gray sleep shorts with little frills around her thighs that she had fallen to sleep in.  A pair of pink slippers complete with bunny ears were her only concession to getting dressed. Sleepy eyes tried to focus noting some blurry forms that she was not familiar with.  She wandered over to the kitchen island and rested her elbows on it where she dropped her chin.  Zoey had been sleeping in the Halliwell’s study for the last week and she was already nesting.  It was only supposed to last for a couple of days until Zoey found a place of her own, but it was just so nice having housemates, especially ones that took care of everything, that Zoey hadn’t seen any reason to look for a better place.  She was pretty sure a better one didn’t exist.<br/><br/>“Oh hi sweetie.” She greeted the way too giddy for the hour, Tempest, who had one of those unfamiliar blurs in tow.  Apparently, he was someone important so she really tried to make his face come into focus.  “Happy birthday,” she added with a smile.  “Who are the cute guys?” Zo asked the Halliwell cousins while hiking a thumb back towards the men in the kitchen as if they couldn’t hear her.<br/><br/>Things were starting to come into focus as she watched Tempest and her younger cousin Prudence working on a batch of something, maybe… “Cookies!  Mmmm.”  Zoey’s mind was pretty easily distracted on a good day, but still half asleep she hadn’t even waited for the girls to answer her question before her eyes alighted at the sight of batter.  Even better someone else was making them!  Oh happy day…er…night…er…whatever.<br/><br/>"What kind Prudence?  Smells yummy."<br/>