Help yourself if you want more. And bring over the bottle if you do.
[She's still nursing her first glass, though it's getting easier to down it the more she sips. She isn't quite tipsy just yet, but the world is becoming a little quieter. More easy to manage. Though even through the haze of alcohol, she wrinkles her nose after a moment.]
And no. Good grief, no, I couldn't stand-- Darwin was a gift from the Natha. They dropped an egg off at my doorstep; two weeks later, he popped out. Perhaps I'll take one in if they come in an egg as well.
[Though babies aren't, perhaps, as out of the realm of possibility as she pretends they are. But that's a headache for when Robert comes around; she certainly won't bother of thinking of them right now. No, today they've far more pressing issues to think about (or avoid thinking about).
She glances down at her glass, contemplating it for a long few silent seconds. Then, her eyes still trained on it:]
We can talk about it, if you'd like. Dying, I mean. You aren't the only person in the room to go through it, and I suppose there's comfort to be had there. But if you'd rather not, I shan't force you. But either way, I'll thank you not to ignore me when I send you things. Even a brief text would have been acceptable.
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[She's still nursing her first glass, though it's getting easier to down it the more she sips. She isn't quite tipsy just yet, but the world is becoming a little quieter. More easy to manage. Though even through the haze of alcohol, she wrinkles her nose after a moment.]
And no. Good grief, no, I couldn't stand-- Darwin was a gift from the Natha. They dropped an egg off at my doorstep; two weeks later, he popped out. Perhaps I'll take one in if they come in an egg as well.
[Though babies aren't, perhaps, as out of the realm of possibility as she pretends they are. But that's a headache for when Robert comes around; she certainly won't bother of thinking of them right now. No, today they've far more pressing issues to think about (or avoid thinking about).
She glances down at her glass, contemplating it for a long few silent seconds. Then, her eyes still trained on it:]
We can talk about it, if you'd like. Dying, I mean. You aren't the only person in the room to go through it, and I suppose there's comfort to be had there. But if you'd rather not, I shan't force you. But either way, I'll thank you not to ignore me when I send you things. Even a brief text would have been acceptable.