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It had been a bit of a bad day already.
Her increasingly bad sleeping habits had really begun to catch up with her. She had managed to sleep for two hours the night before before she woke up and couldn't get back to sleep again. It had been a mix of hunger and cold that kept her up, that time, which was a lot better than the fear of nightmares in her opinion.
The McDucks had been off on an adventure the past week, which meant she hadn't been able to crash with Webby to get food or warmth. Not that that was the only reason, or even that Magica's plan was also a reason. She actually really liked Webby. She just wished she was around more often so that she could like Webby and eat at the same time.
Still, it was nice when Webby met her in a bone-crushing hug as she stepped into the manor for the first time in over a week. It felt like she was... Dare she say it... home.
"Goodness, Lena. Are you really wearing that in this weather?" Beakley had already begun to scold her, to no one's surprise. "It's far too cold for you to be out without a jacket."
She didn't know the half of it, Lena thought bitterly to herself. "Yeah, yeah. I left it at home. I'll live, Tea Time." She wanted to be angry, to say she didn't have a jacket while they all lived in a mansion, but she couldn't. Not only would it give up her secret, but she didn't want to admit she wasn't good enough to make money on her own. She could get by just fine, thank you very much.
Beakley gave her a skeptical look. "Just be more careful. You'll get sick, walking in this weather."
With that she walked away and keft Lena and Webby to their own devices. Webby immediately began to describe their adventure, and Lena was interested, but she couldn't help but ask--
"Got any snacks?"