"They still fuck up other stuff," she huffs. "Zennyo Ryūō is the worst though. He's the rain-maker and just kind of dumps buckets on people when he's upset or feels they aren't giving him enough tribute." Again: an absolute dillhole.

She almost thinks to make a joke like 'Not with that attitude' about not still drinking but that's perhaps a bit too dark to actually be funny. Yet, hair of the dog- Or so they said? While she'd never really tested it out too much, she did know sometimes a stiff drink when hungover could help.

She does begrudgingly sit on the old couch in her living area at least. Flops onto it, really, and sighs dramatically. "I can't even imagine getting sick, like, regularly? How do people do this?"