Jason was momentarily startled, lost in thought as Jenna hopped in. "I'm not sure, now, but I think we didn't pregame properly for a night with whatever she gave us." His memory was still hazy of the night before, but hr remembered the bitter little pills, "the last time I had one of those pills I don't remember the day after being so..." he shrugged, "so gone. Or the hangover this bad. I know there's a potion or two that lets you shrug that stuff off if," he held up a hand as the water cascaded over Jenna, "if you remember beforehand. We, well, didn't see that coming. And I think she's got a thing for schadenfreude--" he cleared his throat, remembering where Jenna came from, "that is, she gets off on the thought of other people's misfortune by her hands. Especially if it's their own fault." His brow twisted in thought as he turned back into the shower for a moment. Then he turned and put his hands on Jenna's hips, facing her.<br/>"What do you remember?" he asked.