By the time I woke up, it was already too late.  L.'s head had already been consumed by a fierce paper monster.

("Help!")

luckily, some ninjas came to the rescue.



by midday, Ninja A. had transformed herself into a server and our kitchen into a restaurant.  She took our lunch orders: 

and what about BR?  Well, he remains aloof from such shenanigans. 

He, and his new 'do, are too cool for all that nonsense.