~Anning~
I woke up with my face smashed into Hana's couch pillow, drool everywhere, head pounding like I'd been hit with a hammer. Which, fair, because we'd demolished that pint of mint chocolate chip, half a bucket of fried chicken, and enough soju to forget our names last night. Hana was already in the kitchen, banging pans around like she was trying to wake the dead.
"Rise and shine, princess," she yelled over the sizzle of something that smelled like bacon. "I made hangover food. Eggs, bacon, rice, and that spicy kimchi you like because apparently I'm your personal chef now."
I groaned and rolled over, pulling the blanket over my head. "Five more minutes. My soul still hurts."
"Your soul can hurt with food in it," she shot back. "Get your ass up before I eat it all."
