Bulla was not a morning person, but getting up at 6:30am every morning for her classes had at least gotten her used to having to get up. She was grateful that this wasn't happening the day after her birthday. After being blissfully unaware until later that her drinks had been spiked, Bulla had enjoyed several glasses of the juice at her party. She had been extremely grateful that the Sponsorship Games on Sunday were an afternoon affair. Her first (and hopefully only) hangover would have been that much worse if she hadn't been able to spend the morning in bed.

"Morning," she greeted as she approached, letting herself stretch out a little.