Crying hangovers were always the worst. Every time I ended up with a terrible headache for the rest of the day.
No matter how much my head hurt I wasn't able to fall back asleep so I was stuck alone with my thoughts in my sad blanket nest. The fire had been stoked but I still felt frozen to my very bones.
"Katie?" a voice I did not want to hear called softly. "I brought you some hot chocolate and pastries."
I wouldn't have responded if he hadn't mentioned hot chocolate. That might actually be helpful right now. Chocolate had a small amount of caffeine in it and caffeine was good for headaches.
I opened the curtains just enough to poke my head out and saw his sheepish expression and the tray in his hands. My ire immediately melted away when I saw what he had with him.
"Doughnuts! Where on earth did you get them?!"
Al wrinkled his nose in confusion. "You know what these are? Marcy just invented them today and hasn't named them yet."
