[Was the boxed wine a mistake? Yes. Are they still drinking the mistake, because they paid for it and it would be a waste not to? Of course! So it's Day Drinking Deer time, feat. Lorenz sitting on the other end of his couch with one knee pulled up (that's how you know it's day drinking time, so improper) and a stupid-fancy little notebook balanced on it. For poetry.

Were he less tipsy, this notebook would never see the light of day. Were he sober he would not even consider this stupid, stupid thing they're doing, and yet here they are...]

For the third time, Hilda, [exasperated!] I have other features. Admirable ones! Do you mean to tell me all you told your brother is that I'm purple?

[Because that's how this conversation started, somewhere around the end of glass two.],/small>