Scrooge finally got back to his feet, grimacing as his bum leg screamed in protest. Dammit. He'd ended up having most of his weight on it. Oh well. Nothing for it.

He brushed his teeth along with his tongue, the roof of his mouth, and his cheeks to get rid of any last hint of vomit. Then he washed his face to help bring himself around. He felt drained but he had enough energy to stay up for a little while.

He saw the cups Poe had left for him, gratefully sipping the ginger ale first before getting the water into him. Only then did he leave the bathroom.

"Sorry about that!" he said cheerfully.