[ She snorts and gives him a look. ]

Like we have enough left for that after this. Nah, better to save that for some other time.

[ She stuffs a forkful of food into her face to stop herself from saying something she’d regret, about how she’s surprised he’d even suggest alcohol with the ‘kid’ around.

Thoughts like that come whether the day’s been good or bad. On good days, she just has the restraint not to say them. ]