Finally having crawled up the bed he drops his head onto the pillow, rubs at his forehead as he thinks.
"Stomach felt too..." Lancelot gestures vaguely. Weird. Unsettled? Something like that. He knew it was his headache, really, but he was a little worried he might not keep something down and not keen to test during work.
"There should be some plain biscuits in the cupboard. That might be an easy start. Maybe some... juice. It might be my blood sugar isn't helping."
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Finally having crawled up the bed he drops his head onto the pillow, rubs at his forehead as he thinks.
"Stomach felt too..." Lancelot gestures vaguely. Weird. Unsettled? Something like that. He knew it was his headache, really, but he was a little worried he might not keep something down and not keen to test during work.
"There should be some plain biscuits in the cupboard. That might be an easy start. Maybe some... juice. It might be my blood sugar isn't helping."