She slipped out of bed, stretching her small figure before heading for the door, running her fingers through her hair.
Poppy returned a few moments later, holding a content Diana. Poppy was still in that lovely, sleepy state, and she slid back in bed next to him, murmuring slightly.
Poppy's watch beeped, and she grumbled, opening one eye before shooting up, cursing. "*squee!*. *squee!*. I'm late."