"I will take your word on that, Princess Rambo," Jeremy says with the earnestness of the hungover. It's fortunate he doesn't know what's used in tanning, because he'd probably offer his pee.

"Oh! Yeah. Right. Clothes. Clothes would-- amazing." He pretty sure, and by pretty sure we mean hoping & praying, that he's going to wake up and shit will be back to normal, but hell, might as well be comfortable in the extremely vivid dream world until then.

Jeremy tugs his socks up, wraps his blankie around himself toga-style, and downs a last swig of his coffee before standing up. The half-finished straw-tiara he hangs onto. He'll finish it, probably, if he remembers to.