[Fey]

Tal felt like a walking corpse. They'd been run ragged, but the choreographer had finally declared himself satisfied and they'd all been released with orders to not overdo it until AFTER the opening performance the night following. After drinking enough coffee to float a sloop Tal finally set his mind to, well, setting his mind. He probably should have felt silly, but what the heck. His eyes settled on a nearby boutique and he consciously thought, Kenly? Hope I'm not waking your or interrupting....