[After a night spent mentally thanking his father for making such incredible wine, Hymenaios was sitting in bed sipping a cup of coffee as he hummed to himself softly. There was someone else lying next to him, but he couldn't remember who, or whom, he had escorted home last night. He had brought in an extra cup of coffee, and prepared himself for any possible bad reactions. Here's hoping it wasn't a butterface or someone he'd have to sneak passed Beroe.]