[Being dragged into the bed as well had not been in her plans. Neither had Taboo deciding, with a put-out snort, that he was going to utilize her as a cushion as long as she was taking up his valuable napping space.

In short order, she's weighted down by stringy arms and draping eeves, preventing her from going anywhere, much less taking care of anything.

......well, as long as HE'S resting, she supposes.]