Mipha laughs and shakes her head, sipping her drink and closing her eyes at the familiar taste. It was almost strangely comforting, though it did make her mind turn back to Link. Their last real conversation had been at that party and then things had gotten so busy again... There had always been the thought of 'we have time,' up until they ran out of it.

You'd think she would've learned her lesson the first time. She looks down at her cup with a slightly bitter smile and takes another sip. "I think this is how alcoholism starts... It's probably a good thing this is harder to get in Olympia." Which was where she preferred to stay these days.

Still, she tilts her head curiously at him. "That's rather altruistic of you," she says, though her tone is slightly teasing with it. "I believe there's a human story I was told about once, about some figure that did something like that. Steal from the rich, give to the poor?"