Dunno. Feel better than when I was drunk and angry. Calm's not the right word for it.

( Sarissa looks at the envelope, and resists the urge to fuss with it and straighten it up and try to make it look perfect, somehow, when it's just an envelope. )

So long as it's not the kind with egg. ( Her smile is tired, and she leans forward and rests her face on the table. It's cool against her cheek, and sounds slightly more positive than before, but still Not Your Usual Sarissa. ) Christmas can't get here soon enough, I swear to Christ.