When the sentinel virtually grabbed Fendros' spit from his hands at the behest of Meesei, he raised his hands, unsure of what to make of it. He wasn't sure he liked the idea of a skeleton cooking his breakfast.

Ahnasha stirred behind them and Fendros managed a smile as she joined them, it seemed that she had a similarly apprehensive reaction to the skeleton. Nevertheless, Fendros tried to get used to Meesei's new toy, as it were, while he watched his meat get unevenly cooked and chokingly overspiced. Being handed back his spit, he craned his head to inspect the meat, before slowly taking it from the sentinel's bony hands. The first bite was not something to melt over, but Fendros conceded that it could be worse. "So what ended up happening last night?" Fendros asked Meesei, failing to keep his eyes from flitting between her and the sentinel as it stood nearby.

A shuffle and a groan from Janius' bedroll, and from the spare bedroll away from him that contained Ariel, evidenced that the drinking did indeed continue. Whether they would be stirring immediately was not apparent, but Janius eventually discovered his hangover cure and downed it quickly. Still lying down with his eyes closed while he waited for the potion to kick in, Janius spoke to whoever would listen in a gravelly voice, "Don't believe what she says, I won, and I know it..."