[Who's calling her at this hour? Even Greed doesn't usually send awkwardly-late hour missives. She fumbles for her device, still in the grips of proper dozing. A few words filter into her mind and she stares, perplexed, through sleep-heavy eyes at the dim image, trying to piece together what's happening.]
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Envy? But I don't have any bananas...
It's too late for a snack, go back to bed.