“Mmmnmh… Mmh, Vinyl? did you leave some inflatables pressed against me last night? I can’t quite… oh.”
“Mmffmnh.”
“Well, suppose it is still somewhat the holidays. I’m sure we’ll be out of this predicament by tomorrow, anyways. Hopefully.”
Always have to be careful during a night of puffy debauchery that you can properly recover by the day afterwards, otherwise that might result in an extra day or two of being stuck relaxing - or, in Vinyl’s case, having half of her flattened and smothered under inflated cellist belly while her legs are containing the whole volume of air she had in ’er. Starting the year as they mean to go on, though, I would suppose~