Pickles meanwhile felt as though he was entering a whole new dimension beyond even that which the Dethtower occupied. He craned his head back and looked around, swaying in place, occasionally taking a pull from the whiskey as he admired the architecture both real and hallucinatory. It really was too bad they didn't own one of these; he thought it'd be awesome to live in a place like this when at Hogwarts. Way better than his fire-damaged, mundane bedroom.

He made his way to the table and put on one of the aluminum foil hats, then wrapped one around his bottle as well and staggered off after the Shoggies. Since everyone else had a hat, Nathan put one on too, and reached over to put one on Ofdensen before likewise following the Shoggies down into the tunnel—or was it up? He couldn't tell, like his equilibrium was slowly shifting. Or maybe the ground was sloping...