She likes the idea, and nods--it's maybe a bit of a thing for them, liquor and takeaways, and she's not sure when they got to the point of having their own rituals developing. Right now it's something Hasi feels grateful for, and she grips the edge of the bath to lift herself up. It takes a bit of balancing, though, and she's bothered about her own sense of weakness.

"I keep being afraid I'll fall asleep," she says, wry. "I shouldn't, though."