One of the fauns from the inn keeps dancing on my head while Dionysus spins records. I try to tell the faun to stop dancing on my head, but he barks like Daji ...
Finally, my eyes open to Daji shaking me awake. Her eyes are red and bleary but awake. Blinking my own eyes to clear the Sahara Desert out of them, I roll over in the bed, and realize we're in the palace.
"Where are the fauns?"
Daji ruffles my hair. "Poor baby. They really should have cut you off last night. I should have." A delicate blush stains her cheeks. "But I partied a bit too hard as well. Those farmers know how to throw a, how do you say, hoedown."
"I wish I could remember it," I mumble. "Is there any coffee? Tea?"
As if by magic, a cup of Dragon Pearl Tea, courtesy of Favored fruit Farm, appears within an inch of my useless fingers. Somehow, I muster up the zip to lift the cup to my lips. Ahhhh.
