"Oh?" she said teasingly. "Well, if that's the case, you're not getting any sleep for the rest of your life."
The tent opening parted, and Penelope entered, brushing her grey hair from her face. "Ah, Francis! You're awake. How are you feeling?"
Penelope seemed to look at Poppy, her brow raised, but Poppy gave an almost unperceivable shake of her head. Penelope frowned and cleared her throat. "I see. Well, Poppy, you're going on a mission this evening."