[she takes the half with a quiet thanks, a small bite before she considers replying. half would be all right - it's not a holiday, so she can't go too far, but half now, and perhaps a half later. but the idea of a day off perplexes her, and that's written across her face.]

A day off would be nice, but that will have to wait. There's far too much to still do in the wake of all that's been happening - apparently, there's lingering cursed energy that keeps causing accidents. And my manager at the club wants to put on a special performance to draw business back now that they can actually open their doors, which there was no opportunity to decline.

[another little bite. true, she could quit the club, now that she's been promoted, but singing makes her happy. even if it's a different kind of work, she doesn't want to give it up.]

There's not enough hours in the day, unless I use them all.