Katchoo muttered a string of something that could have been profanity, or could have been the list of ingredients off the back of a Twinkie wrapper. (Which, arguably, might be about the same thing.)

"If you're hauling me out of bed because you have a sudden craving for a turkey leg and a stick of butter . . ."

Sighing, she sat up and got out of bed, nearly faceplanting in the process due to sheer grogginess. "One of those dreams?"