I'm a badass, not an anarchist.

When Rosa woke up that morning in a nice big bed in a room she didn't really know, she was....a little confused, but not a whole lot, really, someone else was there, too, so it must have just been a whole sleepover situation. Which she didn't usually get invited to, not anymore, not after the whole Maria Valles birthday cake incident, anyway, which was...not to be discussed.

But it didn't matter, not really. She was thirsty and would go poke around to find something to drink. So she sat up, make a particular point out of stretching and yawning, before throwing her blankets off in a way that buried the other person still sleeping, and went out to look around.

And stopped dead in her tracks in the living room.

"Ohmygod," she stared. "They...have...a PUPPY!!!"

Run, Arlo 2! Run!!

[[ mostly for that other person there, but definitely open for anyone else who might like to swing by!]]