With absolutely no warning, Kravitz is joined by a somewhat less inebriated but no less sprawly elf. He's damp. He's horrible. He's thrilled Krav is actually enjoying this party. This island adventure hasn't been that kind to him so far, but at least there's alcohol and pillows to remind him being alive isn't so bad. Boy is he going to hate it tomorrow, but that's part of the alive experience too. Taako will make him drink water and/or bury him if he dies.

And he's right to enjoy it; this is a truly baller shindig. Glowy shit just all the hell over, new and intriguing food, and the beverages aren't half bad on their own, either, though Taako has opted to combine them all into one horrific ur-beverage. Like maybe if an iced Mexican hot chocolate were alcoholic and a bit fruity? Fuck off, it's great.

It's just...almost terminally endearing, that he's so chill for once, actually relaxing and probably not even thinking about how dead anyone here should be. Better make fun of him for it immediately. "So Death's a happy drunk, huh? Who knew. I was definitely holding out for the stripping kind, but I'll take it."