[Her voice is slurred and sleepy, as if she's been lulled into a trance by Root's attentions. But she's clearly not completely out of it, because after a moment or two of them lying there together, she suddenly sits up, loosely clutching the blanket.]
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[Her voice is slurred and sleepy, as if she's been lulled into a trance by Root's attentions. But she's clearly not completely out of it, because after a moment or two of them lying there together, she suddenly sits up, loosely clutching the blanket.]
Root, we can't lie on the table.