"Lace just grinned, then ran her eyes across my crumpled clothes and sticking-up hair. 'Dude, you are bed-raggled.'
'I' m what?'
'Bed-raggled. You know, you're all raggled from being in bed.'
The gears in my head moved slowly. 'Um, isn't that bedraggled?'
'Yeah, no kidding. But my version makes more sense, you know?'"