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Greta's not expecting Saoirse to dash off with quite that much enthusiasm. If anything, she would have expected some sort of objection, if not an outright tantrum. Being overtired and being asked to do something she'd rather not is a volatile combination.

But there are some tell-tale thuds from upstairs, and Greta chuckles quietly as she realizes what she's up to. "I think so, yes. Trying to perk herself back up, no doubt. We'll see how well it works." She starts to straighten things up a bit, though she doesn't actually put anything away, in case Saoirse really does mean to go till the bitter end. Besides, having everything cleared away when she comes back would make it seem like they really were trying to usher her off, and Greta doubts she'd appreciate that.

"I'm not sure if she'll want to carry on, though. Maybe we could persuade her towards something a bit more relaxing." She throws Thomas a conspiratorial grin as an option occurs to her: "Would you be willing to read her a story? She'd probably love it." It doesn't hurt that Thomas's voice is pleasant to listen to. Greta wouldn't mind hearing him read a story, either.

Saoirse bounces back down the stairs, looking far fresher than she was five minutes ago, and Greta smiles approvingly. "Well done. Now, do you want to finish up the game? Or we could read a story or something."