"Oh!" Merrill said, understanding now. "Oh, sure. It doesn't taste so bad anymore." She smiled brightly at Hawke, feeling a bit better now. She wouldn't worry about him anymore. "I'll try not to pass out," she said cheerfully. "I feel really good right now." Except for Anders--more reason to be annoyed, really. He'd upset a perfectly good evening. She wouldn't let him ruin it, though.
"What game is next?" She hadn't understood what was meant by drinking games before, and had been sure she would lose miserably because she was bad at drinking. It turned out, any losing was followed by drinking. As such, she was a bit sloshed, but pleasantly so.