*yawns* It wouldst seem I have been asleep for some time. And I believe I have what thy culture refers to as a "hangover". Well, Sir Oliver didst teach me that the surest cure is to put food in one's stomach. *goes slowly into kitchen*
I doth believe I will make some... how dost thou say? Pancakes. Wouldst anyone like some? And oh my, pecha berries! But they art not in season! What miracle is this? Or mayhap 'tis sorcery!