She'll grab a pack of frosted strawberry and take them to the kitchen table to consume. Crinkle Crinkle monchmonchmonch.

Eyes aglow, a shape moves through the room, and pulls the fridge open.

!!!The talking cat!!! "Cricket? What's up, little guy? late night snack time for you, too?"

"...also hi, my name is Cara, Haru rescued me earlier today."

"Maybe I am in the fridge for the charming conversation and not a snack," says Cricket witheringly. He bites a paper-wrapped fish counter item, hops down, and closes the fridge.

Ack! "Sorry, I didn't think -"

He sets down the packet on the floor and hops up to the counter to open a cupboard and get a plate. "Maybe you should think. Maybe you should think before you ask stupid questions. You could even think about how not to be annoying in the middle of the night." Fish gets unwrapped and put on plate.

Nomnomnom and back to his catbed to zzzzzz.

A few hours later - 

There's a shirtless young woman sitting at the dining room table. A half-eaten poptart lays forgotten in front of her. Her eyes are slightly unfocused, and she's trembling.

At around six forty-five:

"...Cara? You're Cara, right?"

The woman starts, slightly, and then turns to look at Ren. "Yes."

"...early breakfast?" she asks, looking at the pop tart.

She shakes her head slowly. "...midnight snack?"

"It's almost seven in the morning..."

No response.

...Ren goes go wake up Haru.

Who appears blearily a minute later. "Cara? What's going on?" he asks, touching her arm.

She doesn't react to the touch, but he can tell she's very heavily backlashed. "'m thinking."

"...what are you thinking about?"

"How to be less annoying."

"........why."

"Cricket told me to."

"...oh did he. Ignore him. Cricket's an asshole. Do you need anything? Water, the bathroom, the rest of your poptarts?"