This is hardly the first drunken decision he's made that he's come to regret when morning rolled around; getting upset about it would just be a waste of energy - energy he doesn't have after last night. (Who knew the old priest had it in him? Certainly not Van - not before they made it to bed, anyway.)
So he ignores that smug look as best he can, is about to turn down the offer of breakfast and make his escape exit, but then his stomach grumbles. Loudly. "...Yes, as it happens."
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Date: 2017-03-21 11:22 pm (UTC)So he ignores that smug look as best he can, is about to turn down the offer of breakfast and make his
escapeexit, but then his stomach grumbles. Loudly. "...Yes, as it happens."Well, why not. In for a penny...