Luna's head cocked to the side slightly, looking at him puzzled. She didn't understand why anyone would want to drink until they vomited. As far as she was concerned, vomiting wasn't a very nice thing to do. "It wouldn't be very nice vomiting, I've done it before, and it really doesn't taste good. And I don't think you can vomit memory either." She straightened her head again, and smiled at him, taking the bottle of tequila from him.
"Worm?" She peered into his face, confused. "What worm are you chasing?"