Circe eats some pasta, making a yummy noise as she does so, before replying. It was warm and good. "Fluffy and transparent it is. And I did mean fer me. Unless ya wanna try one yerself? No judgement. We could make a shopping trip outta findin' the right ones fer each other ta wear." Circe's eyebrows waggle in mischief at the suggestion. She was certainly coming back from hangover horror town.
She eats more pasta, chewing it as she shakes her head, "Moph." Then swallows to talk as is proper, "Nope. It is a great hangover cure," she takes another sip of said cure, "No sore muscles. Guess ya are just that comfortable ta cuddle with. Maybe we need ta check?"