A soft tsk sound came from Mary-Beth when she laid eyes on you, slurring your speech and stumbling a little as you walked. "Oh, you silly fool." she muttered, rolling her eyes and carefully guiding you back to your tent. "You keep drinkin’ this much, and you're bound to end up doin' somethin’ stupid." she lightly scolded you as she sat you down.

Whenever you ended up getting drunk, it always fell on her to take care of you in that state. To make sure that you eventually landed in a bed, preferably your own. She swore that you weren't worth all of the effort, and yet she did it anyways.