"Ugh... my head hurts." Little Red Riding Hood sat on the bed, staring at the daylight spilling in through the window. After struggling to clear her head for a while, she turned toward Rapunzel, who had appeared in her room at some point, and muttered before belatedly realizing, "Why are you in my house?"
Rapunzel lifted her chin. "We've been roommates for years. You're not letting me into your house now?"
"Let's keep things separate. Didn't you build a bunker right next to my house yourself...? You even said you'd never live in a high place again in this life and wanted to be a safe, stable cave dweller." Little Red Riding Hood rubbed her forehead as she rambled. "Ah, it still hurts. I'm never touching alcohol again. It really isn't healthy... Did I black out yesterday?"
"Yeah, you did. It was pretty spectacular. Big Brother ended up carrying you back. Also, I changed your clothes—you threw up as soon as you got inside, and we spent ages cleaning up after you." Rapunzel approached with a bowl, grinning cheekily. "Your head hurts, right? I heard that's what happens the morning after you drink too much. Here, drink this while it's hot."
Little Red Riding Hood still felt dazed. She took the bowl in a fog and glanced inside. "What's this?"
Rapunzel waved a hand. "Hangover soup."
"Oh, thanks." Little Red Riding Hood mumbled as she lifted the bowl and took a sip. She froze for two or three seconds, smacked her lips, and realized, "Isn't this just instant noodle broth?!"
"Exactly. See? One sip and you're wide awake."
"...Where are the noodles?!"
"I ate them." Rapunzel looked completely righteous. "I even added two sausages. I'm telling you, the ones you stocked are terrible. One bite feels like chewing rubber. Next