Luna enjoys a good day

>The sun.
>Ah, how it burns and sizzles.
>Luna was fucking hung over.
>What a fucking night it was, a rollercoaster of emotion and love.
>But what really brought her attention was the smell of chocolate chip pancakes.
>Luna cracked a single eye open.
>Lincoln stood at the side of her bed, with a steaming plate heaped high with goodies.
>Luna salivated heavily.
>Wait, that wasn't saliva.
>Even though Lincoln's shoes were ruined by stomach juices, he still stood smiling.
>"So we talked, and uh, I'm gonna be your 'manager' so we can help you stop drinking and feel better."
>Luna heard nothing as she wolfed down the food.
>"And today I have a bunch of stuff we're gonna do!"
>Lincoln unrolled a paper list that seemed to go on for miles.
>There was so much stuff! And Lincoln wanted them to do ALL of it?
>Luna finally managed to get out of her bed.
>"Alright then, Linc, let's get started then."
>Lincoln noted that Luna had abandoned her usual UK punk rocker accent.
>This only increased his resolve.
>And the day, for Lincoln at least, seemed to be a success.
>They went to the mini golf place, had hotdogs, read comics, ate more hotdogs, got chased by geese, played video games with Clyde, and Luna only had to stop to throw up TWICE.
>It was around ten-o'-clock when they finally got back home.
>Luna held a jug of pedialyte with a peaked look on her face, and Lincoln looked barely better.
>"Welcome home, sweetie." said Rita
>"Hi, mom"
>"Mmrrmmf."
>The odd couple made it up the stairs.
>Lincoln turned to Luna.
>"We have a full schedule ahead of us tomorrow, so we gotta be up by 6 am, got it?"
>Luna turned to Lincoln and planted a kiss on his head.
>"Goodnight, Love. Thanks for the fun."
>Lincoln's face turned itself an unnatural shade of red as he awkwardly hugged Luna in return.
>"Y-you too, Luna."
>Over the coming days, Luna would often bring her guitar along to their excursions, but she would only sing the most saccharine of love ballads.
>Luna was always happy to have her little brother around.