Re: Dylan/Allison
"That doesn't sound all that convincing," Allison said, moving closer to him and putting her finger under his chin so he looked her in the eye instead of focusing on the floor. "What's the bad news? Want me to fix you up something to eat? I've learned around you lot that baked goods seem to fix everything."
She gaped as he mentioned hangover potions. "Fuck, you have those? I forgot or... Maybe I didn't even know! I've slept the entire thing off instead," she told him. "My head hurt so much this morning."