Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Morning

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After last night's bender, Edward had somehow managed to climb up several flights of stairs - only to forget which exact room he lived in. He'd stumbled into a couple of doors, then given up on the whole thing. The common room couches looked as comfortable as any bed, after all

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Rapunzel had been going up to the roof to sketch, but then -- well. The snoring was a little hard to ignore, and when she passed the common room, she peeked in to see who was stuck sleeping out here.

And rather than wake him, she decided she was going to be nice, and went over to the stove to put the kettle on. He'd want tea or coffee (and she kind of knew how to make coffee now, thanks Dr. Lecter!) when he woke up, right?

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Frankly, when Edward woke up, the thing he'd want most was to not be awake, but it wasn't terrible thinking.

Her entrance didn't wake him up either, thank God. He snored happily away - though that might change if he started smelling coffee.

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Would it change if the kettle started whistling? Because Rapunzel didn't actually account for how loud those things were, and a few minutes later she was racing over to the stove and shushing it, as though the kettle itself had any sort of stake in whether it was shrieking or not.

That was dumb of her. Oops.

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"Owwwwww," Edward groaned, yanking the towel over his head, only to find there was no further for it to be yanked. "Stoppit."

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"Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorry," Rapunzel chanted softly, scampering over to peek at him. "Sorry. I was trying to -- do you want coffee, or tea? Trying to be helpful! Getting kicked out of your room is never fun."

Not that she had, but she was guessing.

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"Mnot," Edward said, which wasn't going to do much to either answer her question nor dispel her assumption. "Mmmffee."

That might help more?

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Rapunzel scampered back into the kitchen, returning a moment later with a mug of black coffee that she set sort of near to his head.

"How come you're sleeping out here?" she asked softly, setting it down and only half-expecting an answer. "Did Barry blow up your room?"

...it sort of seemed more plausible than the idea that Elsa had stayed over, or something?

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Edward blinked. Sluggishly, once or twice. "Did he?" he asked.

That would explain why he hadn't been able to find it.

(No, Ed. You'd just been drunk.)

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"Probably not," Rapunzel said, tilting her head at him with a frown. "If you're asking. I think we would've heard it? But...if that's not why, how come you're on the couch, Edward? You have a bed, right?"

Oh, goodness, maybe it was because Elsa had stayed over.

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"I have a bed," Edward agreed. "Just dunno where it is, 's all."

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And now the pieces were starting to click into place, and Rapunzel frowned a little deeper.

"Are you sick?"

Sort of clicking, anyway.

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"...You could call it that," Edward mumbled. "Drinking. Looooads of drink."

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"Edward," she scolded, though she kept her voice soft. Rapunzel padded back into the kitchen, returning with a glass of water that she set down next to the coffee. "You shouldn't do that if it makes you sick the next day."

So said the girl who had never so much as had one drink, ever.

"How're you feeling?" she added, gently. "I...maybe I can help."

It actually wasn't terribly unfamiliar territory; Mother liked to visit taverns sometimes, after all.

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"'ll never drink again, I promise," Edward lied. Though, well, it wasn't strictly a lie, because right now he believed it. "You got some hangover cure, then? I'll try anything."

He would.

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Rapunzel pursed her lips thoughtfully, eyeing him. "Where's it hurt?" she asked softly, a little hesitant. "I've got something but...you have to promise not to freak out."

She'd shown enough people that she didn't include her standard request not to share what she was going to show him -- and moreover, she trusted Edward not to sell her and her hair to someone -- but that didn't mean she wasn't a little worried about his reaction.

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Oh, don't worry. She'd need the Edward from a decade from now if she wanted someone who'd contemplate selling her hair.

... That probably wasn't that reassuring.

"My head," Edward muttered. "Anders took care of the stomach ache earlier, but my head..."