Karla and Warren hadn't gotten that far; they'd slept over in each other's rooms once or twice before, but not to the point where things like 'morning wood' were ever broached as a topic. And Karla and Morton weren't close enough to discuss something like that. Ever. Never.

*I did!* she sent, her face firmly planted in her hands. *And it was dreadfully uncomfortable. So I...asked Ben.*

Because that was best plan ever, obviously.