"Is that the diminutive and delightful Insomnio sleeping in a hammock under the bar, Bones?  No, don't wake her up, let her sleep until she's recovered from last night's frolic.

"Tell her I'm sorry I missed the party.  I even had the black bandanna tied and ready for the 'All night, no nonsense, head's down boogie', I thought I was in a real 'take no prisoners' mood.

"Then I fell sleep, damn it, and didn't wake up until about half an hour ago.  On top of my bed, fully dressed.  Lights still on.  Must have needed it though, and all the aches and pains have gone.  Unless this just means I'm dead and haven't realised.   Excuse me a minute while I hit myslef with a stick and see if it hurts..."

THWACK!

"Guess I'm still alive.

"Anyway, Bones, a full heart attack of a breakfast please, with regular supply of lemon tea.  When the Sleeping Beauty wakes up give her some vegetarian feast or other to set her up for the day, and a hair of the appropriate dog.

"Sleeping Beauty?  Now there's a thought..."

[Donning his Gallant Knight rather than shameless old rogue persona Gyppo tiptoes behind the bar, looks down at the gently slumbering Insomnio, leans forward, and plants a very gentle peck on her forehead.

She stirs faintly, but has the good sense to stay asleep.]

"You know something, Bones, I do believe that may have been a first.  I may have administered one or two cyber-hugs or gentle pats on the shoulder in this bar over the years, but never even the gentlest of  osculations.  I must be getting soft in my old age."

Gyppo