Alice laughs vibrantly, despite the sleep deprivation leaving her with all the energy of a bouncing battery. "Easy, tiger, even if your brain was firmly anchored, I like my alcohol fresh and not absorbed through the sheer power of hangover breath. Maybe we can revisit that beautifully vivid imagery when we don't both look and feel like corpses risen from their shallow graves by the allure of things we can only have in life. Like hot breakfast and bean juice."