( there's a very slow nod, adrienne lifting her head back up to sit up a little more. better for drinking tea, anyway )

I'll need the honey too.

( sweet over bitter was certainly her preference. though she also wasn't the fondest of tea but feeling a little better? the sulking, frustrated part of her didn't want to feel better because why should she when she'd forgotten everything, forgotten the most important people to her? but adrienne knows that isn't reasonable -- it was done to her and feeling terrible won't ease any of her guilt. not help her work on making this right )

Normally when I'm hungover my best friend likes to tell me I've done it to myself... and then gets out the chocolate that I thought I'd hidden.

( except her best friend knows her too well and knows where she hides things )