Dale woke up feeling groggy although the pain had diminished in comparison to earlier in the day. Now he just felt achy, tired and really hungry. He also thought he could smell something, an edible something, and so pulled his boxers on before heading into the kitchen in search of food, Patrick or both.
"Hey," he said upon seeing Ben and Patrick, smiling. "So who do I have to blow to get food around here? I'm ridiculously hungry. In fact I'm convinced I'll die without proper nourishment."
He frowned. "And what were you saying about mistakes?" Dale bit his lip. "Are you all right?"