As Pascal traveled around, having resisted the urge to put a hat on (yet - the weather didn't call for it!), she had been planning to move to a park bench for a few minutes before continuing to walk back towards her place.

Instead, she'd found the bench occupied by Saber, in full armor with a poofy hat, sleeping. Carefully, she poked her with her shotstaff. (Because let's face it, Pascal's common sense doesn't let her ignore sleeping lions.)

"Uh, are you okay?"