"Why does Bahorel need to spell? You don't need to write anything for Trivial Pursuit. Or Monopoly. Or Battleship."

'Ferre's head hurts. His friends are being confusing.

"We should pick up these pieces before Nerium eats them. I don't know if kittens eat things but I'm definitely certain that if he eats them, they will be bad for him."

'Ferre watches Bahorel drink the rum, though, instead of immediately moving to pick up the mess. Something tells him his fine motor skills are leaving him. Couldn't imagine what, though, as he slowly finishes off the beer in his hand.