"Ah… ah, Ah-CHOOPMH! Bluh, I wasn't even outside for that terribly long, what has gotten into me? And more than that, how are these coming out of me?…

Returning home and tending to some late-night snacking and TV-watching, Octavia did find herself sniffling a fair bit more than she was when she left, along with developing a bit of a cushy belly as time went on. Of course, she chalked that more up to the tea she'd made — always was some of that puffy sugar or potioned milk in the mix somewhere — though the one unusual part of this malady was the strange mess of plush inflatable music notation that were rather unceremoniously coming from her muzzle in place of the expected matter with each sneeze. She at least appreciated the fact that these were much less messy, and most definitely provided some reprieve from the stuffiness filling her head…

Perhaps she just needed a bit of bed rest, and worst case, Vinyl can keep care of her in the morning.