The problem was that Amur had been over enthusiastic since her first year and her encounter with Toddles. Things had only progressed since then, and Flamsteed's assignment had only snowballed the entire matter.

Which meant that Amur was up early, or late, brainstorming and plotting and planning. Of course, a lot of the ideas had already been evaluated years before, but now there was a fresh pair of eyes coming and a new hand of permission.

Her eyes, however, for the moment were fastened on the notes she was taking, all nestled her bed with knit socks from her grandmother scattered about. She didn't even notice Kaycee come in.