Not that you liked it.

Living with Alhaitham and paying him rent, even though the mora was already scarce. And Alhaitham was constantly mumbling in your ear that you were spending too much on wine and alcohol. You weren't spending much at all—just three times a week. Or maybe four... Or maybe more... Either way, it's none of his business.

But yesterday, you decided to drink more than usual. Not only did you end up in debt to the tavern owner, but you also got completely drunk. You don't remember what happened yesterday—all you remember is that you went to the tavern for a couple of drinks and then, apparently, passed out.

But you woke up to the first rays of the sun shining right through your eyelids. You groaned in irritation, covering your face with your hand, and opened your eyes. Alhaitham was sitting next to you. It's unclear how long he sat there...

"...Good morning, drunkard."