Indeed the boys had never experienced such luxury. Noah somewhat gritted through it all, for his head hurt and all he wanted was to sleep. But James was overexcited. He refused to come out of the bath at first, until he smelled the food that was brought to their room, and then his brother wearily had to remind him to get dressed first, for the love of God. James ate so much that he got sick. But that didn't deter him from waking up early the next morning to eat more. Noah was still fast asleep, but the little boy was sitting slouched in a chair, his feet out on top of the table (for all the pampering had made him cocky), pretending to hold a cigar in his mouth, although it was really a pencil.