At this point, it's almost routine. She wakes up in a Wizard dream and rips the pajama pants into shorts before she even fully gets out of bed. Get out of bed she does, though, and she makes her way into the kitchen, only slightly disappointed in the lack of breakfast. There's not much time to dwell on her lack of pancakes or bacon though, as the sounds of Gyre and Matilda yelling soon reach her ears.

"The hell is goin' on out here?" She grumbles as she pokes her head out onto the porch before blinking at the sight before her for a minute before shrugging.

"Oh cool, you got your head back," she nods at Gyre while gently reaching for Matilda and Gyre's wrists to try to ease her hands off of him, and his off of her. She's hoping nonchalance will defuse the situation.