Stark thought about that for a moment. "Mostly. I think? I slept on the floor." In someone else's home. "Didn't mean to. Food should help. And coffee. That was a strange game." Which he had definitely made stranger at the end there.

Maybe that whole 'not-entirely-corporeal' thing he had going on was coming in handy. He looked more like he'd had a rough night and slept on a glitter-covered floor and less like he'd participated in a group alcohol poisoning attempt.