Redtail Rise You know you're hungover when you brush your teeth with sunglasses on

"Well," Smash surmised after chewing the mint into a pulp and swallowing it, "my mouth definitely doesn't taste like puke anymore." She smiled, though it was partly grimace. Now that the mint was gone, the ginger was rearing its ugly head again. It was like a strange, overwhelming burning sensation coating her tongue and the back of her throat. Every time she took a breath, she swore the back of her brain tingled savagely.

She couldn't help but chuckle and snort at his question. He didn't seem to get her jokes, so Smash found Gunnar as endearing as he found her. "You're cute," she told him frankly, then quipped, "I guess it's not my place to be making dad jokes seeing as I'm not a dad yet. Loðbrók," she repeated, savoring the word as it rolled off her ginger-flavored tongue. "That's sort of fancy. Does it mean anything?"