Hope eyed the box sitting on her bed sleepily. Nothing wore her out her like Penelope’s special blend on a full moon. She kicked the box to the floor and sprawled out on the bed, smiling at the moving ceiling. She could’ve fallen asleep in seconds if there wasn’t a knock at her door.
She sighed. “Yeah?”
“Hope?” 
“It’s open, MG.” 
She could hear the door open, but she didn’t open her eyes. 
“Sorry.” MG cleared his throat. “If you’re sleeping, I can come back.”
“No, come sit.” Hope patted the bed next to her. “I’m not sleeping. I’m …” She broke off in giggles. “... baked.”
MG laughed at her and sat down. “On Penelope’s supply?”
“It’s the best, isn’t it?” 
“If it’s anything like her weed, yeah.” 
Hope giggled again and patted another spot higher next to her. “Come lay with me. Tell me if the world is spinning.”
MG did, stretching out next to her and crossing his hands under his head. “Doesn’t seem like it’s spinning to me. I might be too sober for that.”
Hope rolled over, pushing her face into MG’s side and draping an arm over his stomach. “Did you want something?”
MG lost all words as he looked down at Hope curled up against him, smiling with her eyes closed gently. His heart pounded in his chest, and he knew she could hear it. “I - uh - no. No, I didn’t want anyth- Just wanted to see you, I mean.”
“Oh. Well, you can see me, right?” Hope raised her eyebrows but still couldn't open her eyes.
“I - Yes.”
“Good. Because I can’t see you.” She sighed in relief, snuggling in deeper. “Good night, MG.”
MG slowly put an arm around her shoulders and held her tight to his side. “Good night, Hope.”