So really we will have to save ourselves up for Saturday. That will be the long one, because we'll be at each of the Friday ones for less time.

[She wanders in after him, tempted to move up behind him and hug him like she usually does when they're in the kitchen together, but given the envelope burning and the mood, she decides against it. Luckily, there's a countertop for her instead, and she hops up to occupy it, letting her legs dangle as she watches him.]

I can drive on Friday. Then I'll have good excuse not to drink, and you won't have to babysit me by the end of the night.