Sina laughed. It had never escaped her that she was the only person in the household — other than the servants — who particularly needed to be anywhere on time. (Sure, Don Juan and Endymion technically had jobs, but Sina did not consider their occupations to be particularly urgent or real. She could be a bit of a snob this way.)

"Can I wake you up every day?" Sina said, sounding delighted. "I would love to start my day by disturbing your precious rest." Surely acting as an alarm clock would add a bit of pizzazz to her day, when she could work it around her shift schedule — she would just have to add time into both their mornings for an exciting argument to start the day.

She was starting to hate this less, conceptually.