god.

[undread]

god.

Comments

[scrapdraught]

Bad for you, or just not a fan?

[As monotone and morose a tone as can be.]

[undread]

Bad for me. No metabolism.

[quite literally. though she can drink for fun sometimes, she just doesn't choose to in situations like this.]

[scrapdraught]

My apologies.

[More for her, then.]

What do you do, then? In times like this?

[undread]

[a small smile.]

I don't do well! I don't do well. Either I don't think about it or I go a little teeny tiny bit insane.

[scrapdraught]

[What do you know. A small smile right back at her.]

Oh. We've got a lot in common, Laudna.

[She'll cheers her with the bottle and have another drink.]