Delta Lambda Gamma: Chapter 5

It's a Ginger POV chapter! Girl might have an insecurity... or two.

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Ginger stared at the ceiling of her room. Her roommate was snoring away, but that wasn’t what was keeping her awake. Her mind kept replaying the scene that Camila had made at the Delta-B mixer over and over. At least she’d been punished for it that time. Stupid Camila. Always finding a way to make herself the center of attention. Always adding a bit of brown-nosing to any situation she was in, so that Ginger couldn’t compete with her on performance alone.

That annoying girl had gotten what she deserved. Bent over Betty’s lap, spanked until her butt was bright red. The only thing that could have made it better was if Ginger had been the one spanking Camila.

That thought sent Ginger out from under the suddenly-suffocating covers. She needed something to take her mind off Camila. Sleep wasn’t going to happen if she couldn’t stop obsessing about her rival.

Rival. Ginger sneered. They shouldn’t even be rivals. That they ended up at the same university wasn’t weird. It was local and cheap. But even after picking the most obscure, weird sorority in the whole Greek system, Ginger was still somehow shackled to Camila. Not only that, Camila was already in good with the seniors that ran the house. How did this keep happening?

Camila had been recruited by one of the top Alpha-Kai women. By all rights, she should have gone there. How was anyone supposed to know that Camila was into all the weird diaper stuff that went on at the Delta-G house?

It WAS weird, Ginger assured herself. Lots of sororities did diaper hazing on their rushes. Only the Delta-Gs made it their whole thing. She’d been looking for an obscure sorority, and she didn’t mind being hazed that way. Was even a little curious, if she wanted to be totally honest. Which she did not.

The hippie-Heather had taken that tiny bit of curiosity for Ginger being okay with being diapered. Except, she supposed she was. She should have taken the NDA money and bailed on Delta-G as soon as she saw Camila. Would have, if the Delta-Gs weren’t connected to some old-money families in the area.

Hopping out of bed with a soft snarl, Ginger threw on a robe and slipped out of the room. She padded silently along the hardwood hallways of the sorority house. It was an old, creaky building, but Ginger already knew where all the noisy boards were. The only thing making any noise at all was her angry breathing – and the soft crinkle of her pullup.

Stupid pullup. She was only wearing it because the Heathers said it would be a good idea for the first mixer. After that – why change out of it? It’d just have meant one more pair of panties to wash if she did. Sure, it was comfortable, but that wasn’t the point.

“Hi there.”

The voice was soft, but so unexpected that Ginger still cleared the floor by two feet. She landed with a scramble that ended with her falling back on a couch. Hastily, she yanked her robe closed where it had fallen askew.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

It was one of the two twins. Ginger couldn’t tell which one to save her life. After seeing them together for the whole first week, it was weird to see just one of the matched set.

“You just startled me.” Ginger said hastily. “I didn’t think anyone would be sitting in a dark room all creepy and silent.”

The girl giggled, smirked. Of course she did. Ginger stood up with a frown, tying her robe back on.

“You’re still wearing your pullup.” The twin said.

“That – doesn’t mean anything. Shut up.” Ginger said, feeling a blush rise in her cheeks.

“I am too. I was trying to get up the courage to use it.”

Ginger frowned and turned away from the crazy girl, peering out the window at the dirty yellow of the campus streetlights.

“Courage? It doesn’t take being brave, just being gross.”

“You think so?”

A rustling noise made Ginger spin back to face the twin. The girl had gotten up and was approaching her. The night was going from bad to worse.

“Of course. It’s taboo. Plus you spend so much of your life trying not to do it. It’s hard to let go of all that. Even more so in front of somebody else.”

“I still don’t think it takes bravery.”

“If you’re not scared, then use yours right now.” The twin was closing the distance between them. Ginger backed herself up against the window.

“I’m not scared, I just don’t want to!” Ginger could feel her voice rising. Dumb. She’d be waking up some upperclasswoman soon.

“Why not? You’re a Delta-G. You stayed after we found out what the sorority is about. You must be at least a little bit curious.”

The other girl was right up in Ginger’s bubble now. She smelled like lilac. Her pajamas were made of a thin, pale purple fabric. It looked soft. Ginger wished she didn’t want to touch those pajamas so much. Her brain raced, frantically looking for a conversation ender.

“Which Twin are you anyway? You should wear nametags or collar-tags or something.”

“I’m Chun.” She said. “That’s an interesting choice of words. You want to put me in a collar?”

Alarm klaxons were going off in Ginger’s head now. This girl was not getting brushed off by her usual rudeness. Were they flirting? Was that what this conversation was? Ginger felt like she couldn’t get enough breath. She had to get out of this somehow. Any more and she’d have to reach out and touch those soft pajamas – and the body underneath them.

Which would be bad.

Ginger wasn’t sure how exactly, but it would be. Sure, she was a lesbian, but she wasn’t a slut. So what if she hadn’t kissed anybody yet? She didn’t whore herself out like Camila, with her two girl flings and her gross boyfriend. The first one should be really special.

“Uh oh.” Chun said. “Did I break you? I know you like girls, I’ve seen you checking the sisters out. I’ve seen you checking ME out.”

“So I’m a lesbian, so what?” Ginger said.

Chun had her boxed in. She retreated onto the windowsill. Sitting on a windowsill in a dark room, alone with a pretty girl. It wasn’t romantic at all. Everything was under control.

“So I think you’re pretty.” Chun said.

Chun LEANED IN. Did she have no sense of decorum at all?

“You don’t seem like you’re super into the baby-aspect of the sorority. Do the diapers turn you on?” Chun brought her lips within kissing distance; dropped her voice to a whisper. “They turn me on.”

Ginger snapped. Her arms flailed outward, pushing Chun away, nearly knocking her over the coffee table. As soon as the space opened up, Ginger was off the window and at the door of the hall. Part of her wanted to run back to her room. A lot of her did. Still, she should at least make sure she hadn’t hurt Chun.

“Damn, you’re skittish.” Chun said. “You were giving off all kinds of signals that you’re into me. Sorry, I didn’t mean to freak you out. I thought you were just playing hard to get.”

“I don’t play hard to get!” Ginger protested. “I don’t even – I haven’t even – I’m not just going to…”

“Oh no!” Chun said, putting her hand to her mouth. “Ginger, sweetie, have you not dated much?”

“That’s none of your business!” Ginger took a step back into the hall, crossing her arms over her chest. “Just because I haven’t had any – a lot of experience doesn’t mean anything.”

“Have you ever kissed a girl?” Chun asked.

She was stalking toward Ginger. Why wouldn’t she stay away? Ginger leaned against the hallway wall. Something was pinning her feet in place.

“What is this, truth or dare?” Ginger asked, blushing.

“No huh? Have you ever been on a date?” Chun asked.

“Why are you doing this?” Ginger asked, biting her lip.

“Would you like to go on a date?” Chun asked. “A little mini one. Neither one of us can sleep. We could watch a movie.”

Ginger’s heart pounded so hard it made her ears ring. She couldn’t go on a date with Chun. There was a reason, right? There had to be a reason that she couldn’t go on this date. A reason that it was the wrong date. She worked her mind overtime looking for one. All her traitorous brain offered was commentary on how sexy Chun looked, half in and half out of shadow.

“I’m sorry, I’ll stop pushing.” Chun said. “It’s just that I really like you, and I’m all turned on from thinking about using my pullup.”

Now the date was off? Before she’d had a chance to reject it? Ginger dug her fingers into her arms. All of a sudden she couldn’t bear to imagine Chun walking out of the room.

“We could watch a movie.” Ginger said hesitantly. “Even if it’s not a date.”

Chun’s whole face lit up. Ginger was lost in that glorious smile. Why was this girl suddenly so stupid beautiful?

“Maybe we could be open to the possibility that it could be a date.” She said. “Oh! Even better. It could be a practice date.”

A practice date. That sounded really good. That would mean it wasn’t her first date with a girl. So there wouldn’t be anything weird about it happening while they were both wearing diapers. It wouldn’t matter if the way Ginger had been asked had been super weird, or that it was Chun. Everything would be okay.

“Yeah uh, okay.” Ginger said, looking away. “It’d be good to practice. You kind of guessed, but I’ve never been on one before.”

“Great! We’ll start now.” Chun said, closing the last few steps between them.

Before Ginger knew what was happening, Chun was holding her hands. The contact made her tingle all the way up to her elbows.

“Ginger.” Chun said with a smile. “Would you like to go on a movie date with me?”

“I thought it was just pract – oh, sorry, uh, yeah, sure. Let’s do that.” Ginger was sure her face was twice as red as her hair. The desire to slap Chun’s hands away and run was strong. Not as strong as the desire to keep touching the pretty, confidant girl was, however.

“Great. I’ll meet you in the media room. I’ll bring some popcorn. You bring some soda from the kitchen, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.”

There was so much awkward tension. A twinge in her bladder snapped Ginger back to reality. She’d nearly wet herself in front of her practice-date. That at least was some nice cold water to throw on Ginger’s hot loins. Or for her to quench her thirst. Whatever metaphor got her less turned on – got her acting like less of an idiot.

Ginger took a moment to re-center herself when Chun let her hands go and walked away. That whole conversation had been crazy. How had she let it get so out of control? Sure, Chun had done her part, pushing as much as she had. Ginger knew she should have been able to deflect and escape better than she had. It must have been how wound up she’d been, and getting startled at the beginning. She’d have to watch out for lurkers if she went on walks at night.

Meeting up separately in the media room made it feel even more like a real date. It built anticipation, even, to have gone to the bathroom, washed up a bit, and grabbed some root beer from the kitchen. Chun showed up with some bagged kettle-corn. That made sense, popping corn would be too loud.

What didn’t make sense is that Chun had changed. Gone were the pajamas. She was in a skirt and an off-the-shoulder blouse that showed off quite a bit of the satin camisole Chun was wearing underneath. Ginger was suddenly reminded that she was only wearing a robe and a pullup, making her practically naked.

“I didn’t realize we were changing uh, I’ll just go grab something really quick.” Ginger babbled.

“You don’t have to.” Chun said. “You look good in that robe. Really good.”

“Thanks for the compliment I’ll be right back don’t go anywhere okay thanks.”

As fast as her words were, Ginger’s feet were faster. She shot down the hall, still silently, the bottom of her robe flapping as she went. Back in her room, it was a miracle that she remembered not to slam the door behind her.

As she caught her breath, Ginger considered not going back to the media room. It was too mean though. Brushing people off with some sharp words was one thing. Standing someone up, a pretty girl no less, would just be nasty. Like something Camila would do. Ginger swallowed angry thoughts of waiting for a Camila who hadn’t showed, before they could sour her mood.

The butterflies in her stomach made her want to pull her whole wardrobe out and try everything on in combinations. Luckily, her sleeping roommate made that impossible. Chun had gone for a femme look, so Ginger should go butch, right? Was that how it worked? Shucking her robe, Ginger wiggled into a sports bra. She put a tank-top over it, and a pair of shorts below. Too late she realized she still had the pullup on.

Wearing a pullup shouldn’t matter, Ginger reasoned. If she wasn’t going to use it, it was just like underwear. Especially at the sorority. She’d been acting super weird with Chun. More delays would only make it weirder.

“I changed my mind, that’s way better than the robe.” Chun said, when Ginger re-entered the media room.

“Thanks. Sorry I didn’t change the first time.”

“No worries, this is just practice, right?” Chun said, with a saucy wink.

“Right.” Ginger watched Chun warily. What had that wink been all about? It was just a practice date, right?

“I got everything set up and picked a movie out.” Chun said, indicating the soda-filled glasses and bowl of kettle corn. “All you have to do is take a seat and we can start.”

Chun patted the seat right next to her on the couch. Of course, that made sense. It was a date. A practice date. Ginger sat down. She was close enough to smell Chun’s perfume again. The smell of Chun’s skin was something Ginger could barely pick out under the perfume now too. It was a good smell. Soft.

“What movie are we watching?” Ginger asked.

“I picked a scary one.” Chun said. “I hope that’s okay. It’s traditional for dates.”

Ginger wasn’t stupid, she knew people went to scary movies on dates. She wasn’t going to be scared though. Binge watching horror movies with Camila on sleepovers had cured her of – ugh! Enough with Camila. Ginger nodded to Chun.

“Great, let’s start!”

The movie was new to Ginger. Called, Gonjiam: Haunted Asylum, it was subtitled into English. That’d make it even easier to keep from getting scared. Subtitles always broke immersion a little.

“I guess you don’t need the subtitles.” Ginger said, grabbing a handful of popcorn.

“Why not? It’s in Korean. I don’t speak Korean.” Chun said. She sounded genuinely hurt.

Ginger winced. “I’m sorry I – it’s a thing I do. I’ll try to turn it off.”

“Making mean comments? I noticed.” Chun said. “Lucky for you, we’re going to be friends anyway.”

“Huh?”

“I like a challenge. Plus I think you’ve got other good stuff about you.”

“Thanks.” Ginger said, wondering what in the world Chun even knew about her. Nothing! They were ‘sisters’, but still strangers. “It’s okay because you think I’m hot, huh?”

“No, you brat.” Chun said. “I like that you’re observant. Even if you don’t always choose to pay attention to what you’re observing. It’s cool that you’re a good student. You have a strong sense of what you think is right. It makes you a little crazy, but that’s okay too.”

“I – what?” Ginger blinked at Chun. Where had all that come from? How long had this girl been watching her? Why hadn’t she noticed – because stupid Camila had been distracting her!

“That doesn’t mean you’re not hot.” Chun said. “Now shut up and watch the movie. You’re missing what little exposition there is.”

Ginger’s retort was utterly stalled by Chun putting her arm around Ginger’s waist and pulling their hips into contact. She sought refuge in the screen, munching mechanically on popcorn. So intense was her focus, that she put her hand to her mouth a couple of times before she realized it was empty.

“Pretty good movie so far, huh?” Chun asked. “I think the actors have really good chemistry.”

Turning to Chun to answer got Ginger a popcorn kernel pressed to her lips. Reflexively, she ate it. Her heart thudded. She quickly turned back to the screen.

Chun wasn’t wrong about the actors. They were doing a great job, and were the best part of the film so far. It was pretty obvious where the movie was going to go. A horror film crew visiting an abandoned asylum and playing tricks on each other were going to get in trouble when something actually supernatural showed up. The set was a real building and pretty spooky.

Ginger did her best to concentrate on the movie, the popcorn, and her soda. The feeling of Chun next to her was too much. They were sitting so close now that their sides were touching.

The first jump scare absolutely wrecked Ginger. It wasn’t her fault! It had to be how nervous she already was from the practice date. How hyped up the close contact with Chun had gotten her. Regardless, Ginger nearly launched the popcorn off her lap. Only Chun’s quick reflexes saved it.

“You okay?” Chun asked, pausing the movie.

“It just startled me.” Ginger said defensively. “You can keep playing it.”

“You startle easily tonight.” Chun said, grinning. “Sure you’re okay? No potty issues?”

“What?” Ginger blushed, squirming away from Chun. “I didn’t wet myself. It wasn’t that scary.”

Chun giggled. “I bet you went to the bathroom before the movie. I didn’t. I have to go SO BAD. I still can’t make myself do it.”

“Is that why you picked a scary movie?” Ginger licked her lips. Why was that information so sexy? Why was it hot that Chun was desperate to go, right now? Were the little hip wiggles she’d been doing because she had to go? Or were they because she was enjoying touching Ginger? Was it both?

“I figured I’d have more luck with that, than getting you to tickle me or something.” Chun said.

“You’re still trying to wet, huh?” Ginger said. “With me here?”

“That’s okay, right?” Chun asked. “You don’t have to, but I want to see what it’s like. I think it’d be really sexy if you watch.”

Watching Chun go in her pullup would be so scarily, arousingly intimate. Ginger shuddered. The conversation was reminding her that she’d already drunk two glasses of soda.

“It’s okay. We’re Delta-Gs. But um, if you can’t right now, let’s keep watching the movie.”

“You like it, huh?” Chun asked, starting the movie up again.

“You have good taste in horror films.” Ginger said. That compliment got her snuggled up to Chun again. This time it didn’t make her feel so nervous. The warmth of Chun’s body felt good.

As fake jump scares gave way to flashes of some kind of ghost or monster, Ginger found herself more and more into the movie. When real tension started building, she discovered that the movie was making her brave. She put an arm around Chun a couple of times, even bumped heads together in relief when a character escaped danger.

There was a lot building up. The movie plot was in full swing, with two characters already dead. Even on low volume, the actor’s screams were unnerving. A friendly warmth for Chun was building up in Ginger’s chest. It’d be good to have a scary movie buddy again. There were other, more distracting sensations too. Pressure was making itself known in Ginger’s bladder. There was some heat down there too, from all the little touches she and Chun were giving each other. All the other sensations seemed to revolve around that heat. It was a confusing, exciting mess.

Later, thinking about the night, Ginger would blame the difference in Korean movie conventions, versus the Hollywood ones she was used to. The climax of the movie came out of nowhere, with characters dropping left and right in horrific ways. Terrifying images hit the screen right as Ginger was daring to rest a hand on Chun’s ribs. The sudden sharp sensation of Chun digging her fingers into Ginger’s leg scared a yelp out of her.

That wasn’t all it scared out of her. Her crotch wasn’t merely warm from snuggling a pretty girl. It was hot. Hot and sopping wet. Ginger dropped a handful of popcorn on the carpet as she realized what she’d done. What she was still doing, while cuddled up against a hot girl. On a date!

“Sorry!” Chun said. “That was crazy. They really got me. Did they get you too?”

Ginger couldn’t respond. She was so completely, utterly ashamed. She’d just peed herself like a stupid baby. That she was wearing a pullup, at an ABDL sorority didn’t matter in the moment. She couldn’t figure a way out of the situation that would keep Chun from finding out what happened. Ginger wished that she didn’t know what had happened. It was so gross, sexy, weird, and relieving. As if that wasn’t confusing enough, it was STILL happening.

“Ginger, are you okay? Are you…” Chun’s eyes went wide. She fumbled for the remote and paused the movie. Normally it’d be the worst place to pause, but Ginger hadn’t been watching for a good thirty seconds.

“Did you wet!?” Chun asked. “Oh my god, you did!”

“No I…” Ginger floundered. She could feel herself soaking wet. There was a bit of a smell that was only getting stronger. Shivering, she looked down. Her cheeks were burning. “I – did, yeah.”

“That’s so awesome. I’m so proud of you. And jealous!” Chun said with a giggle. “I still can’t go! I guess I should have picked a movie that I hadn’t seen before.”

“Why did you?” Ginger asked, glad for a distraction in the form of a logical inconsistency. “There’s no way it’d be as scary the second time.”

“I wanted to make sure it was a good one.” Chun said. “So you’d have a good time.”

Ginger smiled bashfully. She looked at the pretty, squirming woman next to her. Chun looked like she was in actual pain. Her legs were pressed together and she was digging the heels of her hands into her thighs.

“Do you want help?” Ginger asked. “You look – uncomfortable.”

“What kind of help?” Chun asked, squirming again.

“Practical.”

Ginger reached out and took hold of Chun’s knees. Without all the touching during the movie, she’d never have been brave enough. Now it seemed natural enough. Misery loved company and apparently potty-pants did too. She wanted very much to not be the only one with a wet pullup. Gently but firmly, Ginger pushed Chun’s knees apart.

“Oh!” Chun wiggled.

She was blushing now too. They hadn’t even kissed yet – or rather, they weren’t really on a date so there wasn’t going to be a kiss. Either way, Ginger was pushing Chun’s legs apart. It felt so dirty, so forbidden.

“Ahhh!” Chun cried out softly. She slumped; all the tension flowing out of her.

Ginger could hear the pee flowing into Chun’s pullup. She was REALLY going. Fascinated, the two of them sat and stared at each other while Chun’s accident finished.

“Oh shit, I’m leaking a little.” Chun said, giggling in embarrassment. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Ginger said quickly. She was glad that her pullup had held, though she doubted it would hold any more than she’d put in it.

“Are you – turned on?” Chun asked. She bit her lip and stared into Ginger’s eyes.

“Yes.” Ginger managed to swallow around the huge lump in her throat.

“I didn’t think the movie would scare me.” Chun said. “I didn’t think it’d scare you enough to pee either. I wanted it to excite you. I was hoping to get a kiss. I still am.”

“But it’s just – a practice date.” Ginger said, nervous energy swirling in her gut.

“It could be a practice kiss.” Chun said.

Ginger’s logical mind rejected that whole idea. Kisses were where the ‘practice’ part of this whole thing definitely ended. You couldn’t have a practice kiss, how ridiculous.

On the other hand, it was a great excuse. The heat between her legs hadn’t gone anywhere with the wetting. If anything, it was stronger. Chun’s lips were parted. They looked so enticing. The two of them were sitting so close. They’d just shared something bizarrely intimate.

With her breath catching in her throat, Ginger leaned in. Their lips came together clumsily, fumbling. Chun corrected course right away. The contact went from tentative to breathtaking. Every nerve on Ginger’s body jangled – the hairs stood up on the back of her neck.

Chun was an amazing kisser. She must have had a lot of – practice. Ginger let herself be lost in the kiss, resting a hand on Ginger’s thigh. When their lips came apart at last, it was a loss and a relief. Her heartbeat was loud in her ears again.

“That was beautiful.” Chun said. “I like kissing you.”

Ginger swallowed hard. “I liked that a lot.”

“Maybe we could practice again sometime.”

“I don’t think it would be practice anymore if we did.” She didn’t want to practice anymore, but the real thing was still so scary. Was Chun the right one? Was it okay to be kissing her?

“I’d like to kiss for real, then.” Chun said.

“I don’t know.” Ginger said. “I’m not trying to be difficult…”

“It’s okay. Can I have another one now?” Chun asked.

Ginger couldn’t make herself answer that. She could make herself kiss Chun again though, so she did. The second time it was even better. Sweet and hot. Tender touches of lip on lip, even a tantalizing bit of tongue from Chun.

“Can I ask you something else?” Chun asked. When Ginger nodded, she said, “Is it okay if I show you my pullup?”

“Yes.” Ginger said breathily.

Chun got up and pulled up her skirt. The pullup was swollen to capacity. There were shining streaks around the legbands where it had leaked. With a giggle, Chun poked at it. The squish looked so satisfying that Ginger touched it without thinking. She pulled her hand back fast, but not before she’d gotten a nice squish in.

“Hot.” Chun said. “Can I see yours?”

It felt uneven to say no. Ginger got up and hesitantly unbuttoned her shorts. She couldn’t bring herself to pull then down, but she peeled the fly open. There was her pullup, nearly as full as Chun’s. She poked it gently. Liquid squished out of the padding, freshly wetting her skin.

Ginger shivered when Chun added her own touch. The shiver became a full-body tremble. There was far too much. She wanted to touch Chun, to see her naked. She wanted to kiss Chun’s lips and all over her body. But she couldn’t bear to do any of those things either. They were scary compounded upon scary. Ginger was embarrassed and excited about the pullups. She wanted to know what happened at the end of the movie.

Her eyes were hot and blurry. Ginger hastily wiped away the tears as fast as she could.

“Getting overwhelmed? Me too.” Chun admitted softly.

“Can we finish the movie?” Ginger asked.

“We should. Then – we go change?” Chun asked hesitantly.

“I think so.” Ginger nodded.

They squished back onto the couch together. Though they were sitting close again, it was more comfort than sexy. Chun wisely backed the movie up a bit to get them back into the action. As the lights went out on the final scene, Ginger found herself hugging Chun. It felt good. For the first time, intimate contact with Chun didn’t feel scary.

Quietly, they cleaned up the popcorn and soda. Both of them lingered in the kitchen. Ginger didn’t know what Chun was feeling, but she didn’t want to be the first one to leave. Part of her didn’t want to leave at all.

“Ginger?” Chun asked, hesitantly.

“Yes?”

“If I asked you on a date. A real date, would you say yes?”

Ginger looked down at the marble countertop. The question brought up some confusion, but not nearly as much as it had before the movie.

“I think I would.” Ginger said.

“Okay.” Chun said, smiling happily. “I might ask, later.”

Ginger smiled. They were so gross and dumb. Doubly gross, with their pants full of pee.

“See you tomorrow I guess.” Ginger said.

“Ugh, it’s so late.” Chun said. “Tomorrow is going to suck.”

“Yeah.” Ginger said. “I’m glad we had a – practice date.”

“Me too.” Chun said, grinning. “We do need sleep though. See you tomorrow, Ginger.”

“See you tomorrow, Chun.”

“Think you’ll be able to tell me apart from my sister now?” Chun teased, winking.

She didn’t wait for a response before heading to bed. Not that Ginger had a quick one. At least not a snarky one. She was sure she’d know which one was Chun, now.

With a sigh somewhere between confused and happy, Ginger left the kitchen to clean herself up for a long-delayed bedtime.