Hangovers fucking suck.

Maeve wanted to spend the rest of the day just laying in bed, thinking about her now ex girlfriend, Elena. Until she heard a knock on her door. Sighing, half expecting it to be Homelander, on one of her power trips again or threatening to blackmail her. She opened it to see you, her sidekick, with a bag of goodies.

"Here to sell me some girlscout cookies?" She asks you with a smirk as she lets you inside.