[Given LSP's usual attitude about essentially everything, it might be a little surprising that Wednesday morning finds her in the weight room, pumping iron.]

[It's possibly more than you'd expect someone with her hands-off approach to be able to manage, but here she is.]

[In a too-sparkly, garishly purple workout outfit that looks like it came from somewhere in the eighties, so this isn't totally out of the ordinary.]

Rrng- gonna- beat that stupid wizard- SO GOOD- protect- nng-

[And, uh. That does seem to wipe her out pretty thoroughly. Because later in the day she's stretched out on a towel on the football field attempting to enjoy any kind of available sunshine.]

[Definitely not for the baby animals, ignore that piglet she's snuggling.]

Don't worry, I promise we'll turn you into bacon last.

[Later still, having exhausted the relaxation available via petting zoo, she's seeking out Elle with an armful of- mostly stage makeup and supplies from the costume shop honestly.]

Elle! Okay, so I had the best lumping idea and I need help with it, and you're like the most fashion-minded person here besides me.