[ The strange, clouded look in Aerith's eyes should be a signal that things are probably not "okay" in the sense of what Hilda means, which is remaining totally normal without any sort of resort tampering involved. But the effects of whatever it was they had eaten starts to curl around her too making her notice just how pretty Aerith's eyes are and the way they sparkle against her complexion and hair. Warmth creeps up the back of her neck but she tries her best to pay it little mind.

A stray piece of it catches her attention and without thinking she brushes it back back behind Aerith's ear. ]

I think so. And if that's the case maybe we can get dressed and I can help you find your room. [ Her gaze flits to the since forgotten hangover kit and her mind suddenly begins to trail towards what she's come to dub the "resort brain". The picture of innocence, she nods towards the bag. ] Was there anything else that was useful?