Reminds me of the nickname for our daughter when growing up…, Drama queen. I don’t think she ever did Shakespeare though, she was a little more avant-garde, acting out in the present rather than the past.
We used to have a house that was always colder upstairs. I took to sleeping with my head covered, allowing just enough space to breathe, breathed in through the nose, out through the mouth, the bed warmed up quickly to what I assumed to be 98.6 degrees.
The drink’s not wrong. A shower, shave and a brush through his hair would work wonders. (I just know a shower was that “another thing” mentioned in panel 4.)
“I told you a million times not to exaggerate.” As remembered from my formative years.