let’s get some dinner in you before that cup goes to your head.” “I am not an unpleasant drunk,” Jahir protested. “No, because you’re an unconscious one,” his roommate answered, wry. “So if I don’t feed you now, you won’t eat until breakfast. Come wash vegetables. You can do that without cutting off a finger.” “I am not that tipsy,” Jahir said firmly. “Mmm-hmm.” “I am not, I assure you—” “Just wash the vegetables.”
