From the second floor, Percy heard Oliver call his name. "I'll be right there!" he responded. He'd just toweled his face dry and had decided to quickly rinse his mouth out with water before going down the stairs. Halfway down, he saw Oli laying there and he smiled. "Good morning." His voice was still groggy from sleep and the after-effects of the night before. "How are you feeling?" By the time he got to the side of the couch, Percy said, "I was going to make a pot of coffee." Yesterday, Percy had done a bit of grocery shopping to stock up on the essentials, coffee being one of them.