'Perils of being outdoorsy', I manage. Then I sit up and stretch. Lexi makes protesting noises but I ignore her; I need a drink to help blunt the nervous energy I've picked up during the course of the afternoon. I pour myself a double of the good stuff, and shoot Lexi a glance. She hrms, then nods. So a double for her too. I manage to walk back to the couch without embarrassing myself and resume my seat. I hold up Lexi's poison and she accepts it gracefully. 'Cheers', I say.

'Health, wealth and beauty' she returns.

Whisky on an empty stomach is far from the best idea I've ever...