"You are so very welcome, my friends," Cameron replies, taking a seat in one of the comfy chairs with the remaining half of his own Gatorade. Even if two out of three replies weren't so friendly, that's just because they're so very grumpy from their hangovers. "Can I get those exact words in writing, Uly? I want to frame them and put them up next to my bed."

"Nope, nope, not a fever dream at all," Cameron says to Casper, with a shit-eating grin. "And I think we all need to know one thing - who's the better kisser, me or Uly?"