Mags fell asleep at 10.55. Cozied up between us in 43-E. Done quite well so far. Has been carefully organizing the in-flight magazines and working on her new artbook.
Becca told her Goldilocks, whispered and snuggly, and I followed with Androcles, a current favourite. Rebecca is reading Something Mis ing by Matthew Dicks. I have been enjoying a 1972 Alfred Hitchcock anthology and listening to LCD Soundsystem. It is a full aeroplane, and we are over the sea.
There are many white earbuds and Grisham paperbacks, and a duo playing poker, though it does not appear to be strip, yet.