She was going to miss playing with the puppy, but she figured if Marco was sick, then he'd want to head back to bed or whatever anyway.
"Oh, that's going around," she said with a knowing nod. "Jack was going to teach me to cook but tomorrow because he's that kind of sick too," she continued as she followed along toward the study after she snagged her plate of sandwiches off the table where she'd left them. She had been hungry; now she was hungry and cold and the cuffs of her pants were wet. Bonus.
But she could deal with that long enough to eat and warm up or whatever. "You should have a shower, Tylenol, water, and a nap. That's what usually does it for me when I overdrink," she advised.