The revelation that there's a cure explains Cameron's unbearably cheerful disposition and irritates Casper immediately. Maybe there will be more later, but for now they'll have to get by with fucking biscuits and fucking honey and fucking Gatorade. Still. He takes the offered items with a grumbled 'thanks' and drains half of the cup before saying anything else.

While Ulysses chokes and sputters, he rolls his eyes and sets his drink aside and pushes back his dark hair...which is still far nearer to perfect than it has any right to be. Then he ties it into a short ponytail that, at least, gets the hair out of his face and retorts dryly, "Just half?" Honestly, he thinks he remembers most of what happened last night, even with his head throbbing like it might split open and his mind still all slow and fuzzy. He...definitely let things go farther than he'd intended.