A cup of tea might do the trick, she thought briefly as she padded from Hera's dorm to the Hearth, clad in a thick terry-cloth robe and slippers that were falling apart at the seams. Stifling a yawn, Gretta moved into the kitchen like she owned the place -- and finally, finally felt like she was in her element.
It didn't take Gretta long to set a kettle to boil, and as she waited for the familiar whistle-scream she wasted no time in poking and prodding about the impressive kitchen.
Once her water was hot and she found a mug, Gretta rummaged around in the pocket of her robe for the small chamomile tea packet she'd carried with her. There was nobody else in the dining hall, so she picked the table closest to her and took a seat.
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