Dante chuckled quietly, trying not to aggravate his or Lyle's extremely painful headaches. He leaned his head on to of Lyle's and smiled feeling a bit of comfort from it.<br/><br/>"I think the prohibitionists would agree with you. Coffee sounds like a great idea, just give me a minute to pull myself together. I'll make breakfast while you're at it."<br/><br/>They sat there together on the floor like a pair of idiots, but they were happy idiots. After a few minutes Dante got to his feet and then helped Lyle up before they go to the kitchen.