[ She laughs a little and shrugs while shutting the door. ] It'd be nice if it were for the marriage I really wanted, but I guess I can't turn down so many free things. I haven't even started opening all the gifts!

[ Probably for the best that she doesn't, honestly. ]

Fine, though. No holding back your hair. But that'd probably be better than trying to help the real you if you were sick. [ Would they need a pool...? ] Still, you're cut off after that bottle, even if I guess you're doing fine so far. No touching any of the stuff in here!

[ As if she'd know what was what, aside from the obvious bottles of champagne lurking around. See? Lavish.

For now, she sinks down into an absurdly fluffy couch in the sitting area, shoving a few wilting balloons away so he has space to sit. And since some breakfast-y finger foods are still sitting on the coffee table, she picks at the mildly stale mini croissants. Hopefully it'll help with how weird her stomach's feeling. ]

Anyway, I think it's best to stay in here. At least if we do anything embarrassing, no one will be around to witness it this time...

[ Aaand she's just going to ignore any further implications that may come from staying in her room! New questions instead! ]

How do you digest things? Can you get drunk for days? And do you need sleep?