"I can tell," she said, her dry humor evident in her tone and smile. She had dealt with her share of drunks, though usually it was rending off a hand at hand at a catered event where she didn't have to deal with the aftermath.
She smiled faintly, mixing the dry things together. "There should be some in there for leftovers," she told him helpfully. "I made two big trays, so I hope there is, anyway," she amended. "Waffles later if you want, and I was thinking pizza tonight."