This looks homely, Cass thinks, with an immoveable grin. There seems to ba a ton of beds, but none look crashed in. Maybe all of this room is just for her? There's a thought. That'd be ace. She hasn't had a room to herself, like, ever. Her stupid brother always picked the top bunk every night although they were supposed to be able to swap and she had to resort to the bottom bed... most nights. It was at these points where Cass lost her tether that Alex was given a nice doseage of his own medicine, a la pranks.
Cass grins at this thought. Swinging around a bed post and getting the one closest to the door (and with a treasure chest type thing at the bottom of her bed too- perfect!) she jumps onto the bed and climbs inside.
These sheets will make for brilliant tent making.
