"I am, actually." It was part of her more manic cycles, not that she was going to put it that way, but there was an irony to the fact that she controlled them by expending her energy that way. "Going to have to make sure you work out regularly. Carb load."

She went into the other room and found her jeans and a sweatshirt, tossing his shirt back onto the couch, then got to work on the fire. "Should we bring wine?"