*edges over into the end of the sofa, shoving aside his rumpled jacket*
*reaches with both hands for the cup* Assuming you mean metaphorical spilling? Only kidding. *half-grimaces with relief taking a sip* Nelyo still beats me at pool. And drinking, apparently.
*wondering what he's woken up to, and nowhere near coherent enough to give you the full version yet* Is Anairë still visiting? What's the situation at Turco's?