"Oh, Bill." Bev said gently, resisting the urge to chuckle. She had her experiences with smoking more than cigarettes. Whatever was in the cinnamon, must have had a similar affect and Bill was clearly not prepared for it. "You drugged yourself this time." She paused to give him a chance to process that in his current state. "Enjoy the good feelings. We'll get you something for the munchies. There's fruit by the river and other real food at the hotel."
Bev gave Bill's shoulder a gentle squeeze. "You haven't been out here that long." Maybe it felt longer to him. "We were missing you too."