"Mm, I guess." His bird had made it into the room with them, he noticed - which was good, because he'd been doing a poor job of keeping track after drinking as much as he had. Mijo was perched on a bedpost across the room, eyeing him expectantly, but he would have to wait for his food. Right now was naptime. Mordecai sighed and lay back to make her stop pulling at him, and closed his eyes.