"Not in my hammock. Blegh. But the first bits I can do."

It's a testimony to her dexterity that she can wiggle out from around Zevran and slip to the floor without really rocking the hammock or blankets much. Truth is she'd been more or less living on that diet of wine and honey for that past day or so, meaning she just has to nudge open a chest for her for to get the wine skin.

When she hands it off, it surprisingly isn't the cheap tavern wine. Someone's dipped into Josie's reserves.