Ahta carefully covered Apil with a blanket, and she had a hard time with him clutching the bucket in his arms.
She quickly went to the stable, picked up a few straws and put their ends together, while she returned into the hall.
Thiu was still emptying buckets - now dreadfully bellowing songs Ahta never thought the venerable one would knew. By then his belly was almost bursting his tunic - particularly his girdle -, and she assumed that it wouldn't take long until he had to leave for the latrine.
She carried the long straw to Apil who was almost asleep, but still happily sipping from his bucket. This time she quickly removed the bucket from his arms and stifling his protest (muted by the straw between his lips) she put it down, put one end of her long straw in the mead and stuck the other into Apil's whose eyes went wide, when the sweet drink filled his mouth.

"Anything wrong with him?", Yng asked.
"Naa, I don't think so. He's falling asleep like a baby with his bottle now."
"Those Babylonians are not used to hard stuff." Yng shook her head.
Four men helped Thiu to somehow ... climb down from the table. Now they stood there holding him up, looking at the two women.
"I thought as much", Yng muttered. "This look says Go help the baby with the toilet."
And they both replied, hands on hips, with a loud and clear "No!" and left for the kitchen to join Amala, since the party started to turn into something ... off-putting ...