[By normal standards, Lightning was fairly quiet during her morning routine in the kitchen. By the standards of someone hungover, her quiet puttering while making coffee and a sandwich may as well have been the sounds of an off-key marching band. She looks up as Ren comes into the kitchen, then sighs and digs around in a cabinet before putting a bottle of aspirin on the island counter. Either he's terrible at holding his liquor or he had more than she thought he did.]
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Morning.