(She's trying to be as dignified and casual about this retelling as possible, but it's ruined of course by Lup making an attack of opportunity against her unguarded side, forcing her to swat her away with little, sputtering giggles.)

I didn't say I was naked, (she protests, because it's true. She didn't say that. It might have been what happened, but she didn't say so and, uh, that makes it a mystery never to be solved.) But uh, yes that is the general gist of what happened. I didn't even really realise that I was falling until it was way too late.

(Coming back into seventy-four had been an exercise in dealing with extreme embarrassment. Taako had hooted with laughter upon her arrival for a good thirty seconds– in very much the same way that Lup is laughing now, actually. Lucretia snatches the bottle of wine from her and takes a big, necessary gulp. These twins will be the actual death of her some day.)

Stop it. (She's starting to laugh too, even as she flips Lup off,) I told you it was a dumb drunk thing!