Tales Of Last Night

Rose stood with her arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips. "I should be asking **you**, you little drunk," she teased.

Lucia, still a bit fuzzy from the night before, could only muster a sheepish grin in response. But before she could retort, Rose's expression softened, and she beckoned Lucia over. "Come, come, we can talk over breakfast," she said, her voice warm and inviting.

As Lucia approached the dinner table, her eyes widened at the sight of the spread before her: toast, eggs, and coffee, all laid out looking ok. 

"Don't they look good?" Rose asked, clearly fishing for a compliment.

Lucia nodded, her mouth watering. 

"Good," Rose said with satisfaction, dropping the spatula onto the table with a clatter. "Just so you know, these are hangover pills," she pointed to a small bottle. "You can take them when you're done eating."

"Thank you," Lucia managed, still in awe of the breakfast feast that wasn't burnt.