[Oh, she's very drunk now—perhaps drunker than she ever has, and she hasn't consumed a single drop of alcohol on this mountain. The tip of her nose and her cheeks are rosy, and her eyes are heavy and clouded. She feels light and airy, giggly, practically gleeful as she shuffles along with Eustace, laughing every time she accidentally missteps or slips on the sticky rocks.]
I'm not the grumpy one. Look at your eyebrows... and your ears!
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I'm not the grumpy one. Look at your eyebrows... and your ears!
[She stares up at them with wide, awed eyes.]
And your face is soooooo red!