Kaz is firmly asleep on a couch. And drooling into a pillow.

Footsteps, albeit quiet ones, sound on the stairs, and a head of dark curly peeks around and into the room. "Hey," Bernie calls in that odd hushed tone people use when they're trying to both have their voice carry =and= not disturb anyone, "...anybody home?"

The metis blinks. Blink. Blink. And now, the mental processes of a half awake person. 'Hey, a voice.' 'Hey. I /know/ that voice.' 'Hey, I know that voice, it's Bernie.' 'Hey, I know that voice, it's Bernie, and I haven't seen her in /weeks/.' The transition from Kaz blinking into her own drool, and then to Kaz leaping up and barreling toward Bernie, with the obvious intention of hugging the stuffing out of her, is a very short amount of time.

Bernie squeaks in surprise as Kaz charges toward her, breaking into a laugh as she's hugged. "Ooof. Hey," she says more normally, reciprocating, "...miss us?"

For such a firm bearhug, Kaz lets go remarkably quickly. "No," she says, grin not leaving at all, "I never miss my fuckin' packmates who wander off on Lambrettas and don't even write me a /postcard/. Of /course/ I missed you, Bern, you're the only Jewish Ragabash packmate I got."

Bernie giggles, and wanders over vaguely toward a couch, with the apparent intention of plopping onto it. "Well, in that case, good thing I'm back. Dunno how th' hell you managed without onea THOSE around." Dropping onto the cushions as threatened, she pulls her backpack around, onto her lap, "...an' I did SO write you a postcard! Three, act'ly." She produces a trio of small rectangles from the small pocket, and offers them over. "I just kept forgettin' t' =mail= 'em."

Kaz flops onto the same couch. "Well, y'know. It was a tough job, managin', but somehow, I soldiered on. Oh, hey," she adds, brightening, as she takes the postcards, "Rock th' casbah." She peers at them, and looks up. "Never been here. California's one big mystery."

Bernie leans back, grinning, and rests her hands behind her head a moment. "Ah, yeah. California, landa mystery an' intrigue..." She shakes her head and leans over to point at the cards. It's a little superfluous, since each card is carefully designed to display the name of the place in big, flowy letters, but regardless, "...that one's Alcatraz, an' those're th' Redwoods, an' sometime you oughta see 'em, they're fuckin' immense, it's amazin', an' this one's, well, th' Golden Gate Bridge, but it's cooler in person." She regards that image a moment before adding, apropos of nothing, "...Matt was gonna come say hi too, only he fell asleep like as soon as he stepped into th' 'partment, so I left him there. He's gotta work t'marra all day anyhow."

Kaz peers intently at the Redwoods. "/Gotta/ get there. Mebbe I'll see if I can scam Rach's truck an' drag Max with me, or somethin'." She nods at the Matt news, evidently unsurprised. "Figured. He don' travel so good. Or maybe I'm fulla shit, but anyways. I'll say hey when 'e wakes up." Suddenly, she brightens still further, if that's possible. "Speakin' of people comin' back, guess what?"

"You saw Elvis restockin' electronics down at Wal-Mart?" Bernie proposes, after a second's thought, "...Jimmy Hoffa stopped by sellin' Avon door t' door?"

Kaz stops to think about that last one. "Hoffa. No, but Mary Magdalene came by for tea." Shaking her head, she explains, "No, no. Just, who do /you/ know who's been waitin' and waitin' an' waitin' an /waitin'/ to get Rited...?"

Bernie thinks this over a couple seconds, and narrows it down to about two. Eyes widening slightly, she asks, "....'lish?"

Kaz says, bouncing slightly on the couch, "/Bin/go. An' she's /back/, too. Ain't seen her, but Elan tol' me he ran int' her at th' Farmhouse."

"KickASS!" Bernie exclaims, bouncing on the cushion. "So did she pass? 's 'bout TIME they got off their asses an' rited her..." She glances, ineffectually, in the general direction of the Farmhouse, and grins like a maniac. "VERY cool. ....so what other world-shatterin' events've I missed?"

Kaz says, "I think they're tellin' her on Thursday or some shit like that. Um. News." She suddenly stops and stares at nothing in particular. "Um. Bern? What time is it?"

Bernie blinks and glances down at the backpack, finding the half-broken watch that hangs off it. "Um... one-oh-four a.m. Gotta sleep?"

Kaz shakes her head. "Gotta go harass some mormon on Prozac. I'll explain later, huh? I'm late already." She's grabbing her bag and heading for the back door, even as she's speaking, though she detours back to the couch briefly to give the Ragabash another hug, before disappearing entirely.

Bernie returns the hug, and waves, though she looks as if harrassing a Mormon on Prozac sounds like fun. "Later!" she calls to her Alpha's retreating back. "Oh, an' happy fourtha July!"

Kaz mimes an explosion with her hands, apparently as a return farewell, as she heads out the door.