The dining room is all messed up. The floor is sticking because of the alcohol on the floor, even the tables... There's remaining of food here and there, but Thatch is too tired and drunk to clean up yet. He walks towards you with two cups in his hands and then sit right in front of you. "What's better than a cup of tea to sober up, mmh?" He smiles sheepishly and warmly at you as he ends you your own cup. He glances around you both a second. The room is empty. There's only two or three people remaining asleep on the floor, tables or benches.