sleepover au [...] drew our own constellations

[lessa]

✯ — honestly, it's just me, brainlessly, so silly, always hoping for good to be

Perhaps it was odd the botanist had access to such a large, perhaps posh house, but... The Ren-Solo family was not exactly poor.  Her grandmother had been a prominent politician, her father a high ranking military man and so on went the line.  The young botanist herself... Well, she was happy living modesty, especially when she was often traveling.  But her father certainly never minded when she came back here.

The Ren household was actually somewhat modest, as far as rich people's houses went.  Her father had also been on the move a lot. It was on the smaller side of mansions, but it was tucked away in a beautiful countryside that Lessa adored getting lost in.  There was a perfect, if not a little overgrown - which added to the charm in her opinion - garden off to the side, and down through the forest path, a little lake.  She remembered swimming there as a child, and spending plenty of days feeding the ducks that stayed there.

Overall, it was a cozy place, almost entirely removed from the rest of the world and it's concerns and that made it perfect for her when she wanted to a break from the city.  She spent many weekends here, often alone as the place had not a single servant, but sometimes her father or grandfather were around to keep her company.

It was a great place to invite friends over.  Cozy, quiet, with plenty of open space to have relaxing picnics during the day or to do stargazing at night.  Her father had never minded before, so Lessa had no qualms inviting everyone over the weekend.  The weather looked potentially stormy though, so she decided to slip in mention of perhaps turning it into a mass sleepover. The place had the room after all but even then, it might be fun to have everyone huddle in the living room, all sleeping beds and couches - she'd leave the sleeping arrangements up to them and what they were each comfortable with.

With the invite having been sent out, Lessa cleaned up the house - it got dusty when she didn't keep her visits regular enough - and started on brewing some tea and hot chocolate.  She'd admit cooking was not her strong point, but she decided to set to making some a few batches of chocolate chip cookies as well.  It certainly kept her busy.  Granted, some of her time was spent trying to convince Sergeant and Lima - her St. Bernard and her father's rottweiler - to stop trying to steal said cookies off the counter whenever she was not looking between batches.  Even Calum, the trained hawk, seemed overly excited for the day and kept playing with her hair, messing up the brunette's braid on more than one occasion.

She grumbled and huffed at each in turn.  When everything was ready, the young woman adjusted her prosthetic legs, curled up on the couch, dressed in a pair of starry leggings and a "best botanist on mars" T-shirt ( the most appropriate sleepover clothes in her opinion ), with animals in tow to wait.  Lessa was no people person, but she appreciated her friends, and hoped this made the weekend nicer for them.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px cornflowerblue; font-size: 12px;"]— lessa ren solo ✯

#psychosocial.