I awoke and instantly realized how fuzzy my head felt. And the inside of my mouth. And everything. Ugh, I thought, the mere thought sending waves of pain rippling through my brain, how much did I drink?
The answer, I saw as I pried my eyes open, was all of it. There were cans lying everywhere. There were bottles lying amongst them. One bottle appeared to have a crushed-up can in it. That would be Fister®, I knew. Such a show-off.

There was a heavy pounding at the Hall's front---well, only---door. "Humph," Izi grumbled. "That almost never happens."
"Someone at the door," Siti called from where she was busy cleaning up after their breakfast.