"I think he has to decide to teach you dragon-speak," Kitty replied, grinning as she realized just how psychotic that sentence sounded. Even though she hadn't known him long, she did feel like she understood the dragon fairly well, and he seemed to pick up on her moods too. Maybe even better than she could read him. But it could have all been wishful thinking, and she was way too shitfaced to go into the detailed mechanics of dragon communication. Laughing, she rolled her eyes. "I sound like a crazy person."
"I'm not as drunk as before either," Kitty decided. Scientifically, it had to be true. She hadn't had anything alcoholic to drink in a while and her head was clearing up... but it didn't really mean that she wasn't still far too wasted. His reluctance to go pancake shopping in the middle of the night was met with a shrug. It was the kind of craving that would probably go away on it's own, and if Piotr didn't want to go seeking fluffy goodness just then... well, she'd put him through enough for one night. "Water first. Then sleep. Then pancakes."
"I"m sorry," she added, dropping his hand just long enough to reach down through the fridge and pull out a couple of bottles of water. "I really didn't think she was actually trying to grab me at first." It was a crappy excuse, but it was the best she could do. Kitty held one of the waters out to him. "It was just so stupid, you know? Someone trying to kidnap me and drag me anywhere? I thought it had to be a joke."