When Adelyne isn't writing she is actively plotting world domination, but she wants to do so without being required to leave her blanket fort, or even wear traditional pants. She writes daily letters to the Diet Dr Pepper company requesting a Diet Dr Pepper slushy machine be installed in her house, but until then she resorts to dehydrating the soda and doing lines of it off the coffee table while watching Survivor. 

Adelyne only slithers out from her blanket fort to forage for snacks and soda, unless it's summer, then you can't drag her away from the water until she is water-saturated, skin crispy, and smells like fake coconuts. When the sun disappears, so does Adelyne, back to the fort and the comfort of heating lamps to keep her cold, dead heart pumping.

She is actively squirreling away books in the event of an apocalypse, but more than likely will end up in a tragic death crushed under toppling piles of books. A demise of her own making. 

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