Jubilee remembered watching somewhere the effect hangovers had on people of different ages, and apparently the younger ones are less likely to feel like shit the morning after, or something? That was so false. If they could get a swab of her cheek they could maybe analyse exactly what it was that died in her mouth, because from her perspective, it seemed like several small animals.
And Wanda was downright cheery. Maybe the reverse of the hangover theory was true, or maybe she just had one too many shots.
She had been a flight of stairs behind Jean, not having been coherent enough the night before to give the taxi driver an address, let alone teleport, so she stayed in one of the empty rooms at the mansion, practically falling unconscious the moment her head touched cotton. Unfortunately, there was no kind fiance to take off her shoes, or her nun costumes, so she slept in them, and was now shuffling into the kitchen with the habit still half-stuck to her head.
As soon as she reached a sturdy structure, Jubilee plonked herself down and let her head fall on the table with a small 'smack'. "Eh relle wah t-" she tried to say, and gave up halfway through, wishing that she'd had the foresight of brushing her teeth before going for coffee.