Avery looked at the plates and then back up at Lyra. "We didn't have cake," he said, feeling pretty sure on that fact. A lot of coloured drinks, yes. A drink that tasted almost like a cake. He washed down two aspirin with a long chug of Red Bull, and picked up a rasher of bacon to chew on. The fat and salt were heaven on his tongue.
"Oh, yeah," he added belatedly, raising his can in a toast. "To us. My memory is... a little hazy in places," he admitted, closing his eyes as he chewed. Too much sensory input was making his brain run slower.