Entirely possible that I might by tomorrow morning.

[Not that she wants to. If he gets to mock her for getting sick which, let's face it, he will. She can mock him for being nearly nice.]

It's funny that I'm a dead girl brought back to life by gods to fight in a war and yet, I just went out drinking with a bloke, got sick in a snowbank, had to walk home, almost just like normal life. Well, normal life sometimes. Never thought I'd miss it.