Taking the glass from him, Penny did as instructed. The water cleared some of the vile taste in her mouth, but also left her wanting to sleep more by the second. Slowly, Penny settled herself back onto the edge of the bed, the glass held loosely in her grip. If not for the absolute certainty that Nemo would subject himself to such an awful night's sleep on the couch, she would have fallen over and crashed right then.

"A terrible night's sleep is an awful way to end the perfect day," she insisted. To further prove her point, Penny pulled the pillow behind her and shoved it towards what she presumed to be the middle of the bed. "You'll stay on that side, I'll be on this side. We'll sleep and go home in the morning. Maybe after some crepes."