( She sure hopes Wynonna appreciated having ribs, because Waverly sure did just poke her in them. )

Well, you coulda knocked.

( On the front door. To her own home.
You know what, Waverly's had a very long day, don't question it. She does slightly awkwardly run her fingers through her hair. ) Besides, no-underwear adventures are strictly for Nicole alone, so—

( A little shrug. It's fine, she's fine, it's not making her fret that Nicole isn't here and that Wynonna's already been here six months and that who knows when she's going to see her girlfriend or their close friends again. It's fine. They just need to stick together and get through this, and it'll be super, super fine. )

I also arrived with a box of donuts. Vanilla-dipped. We could split 'em, if you want? They're at the place I woke up in.