[That's okay. King has his answer either way. When Ban's lost track, that means he's had Too Much.]

You're right. I should've known better than to ask you. [Huffpout. He gestures to the floating pillowcase.] I'm getting rid of this thing. If you have to sleep here, at least find your own pillow. I don't want your vomit and drool getting caked on my poor Chastiefol.

[Oh, the irony.]