"I think actually if you were a physician and didn't thrive in technicalities then maybe I should be concerned." There is the potential for a very unfortunate sentence involving the phrase because you were literally inside me, but she spares herself that - largely because she isn't sure either of them need the reminder of the Fade, rather than the unfortunate innuendo.

"Really?" Oh, no. Red leans forward against the desk, now, resting her hands on it and bracing against it. For someone who is usually earnest in a very helpful way, there is definitely something mischievous to the look, now. She can't quite place the closest equivalent in her head, and yet. "I bet you could make a hell of drink with that. Maybe a daiquiri."

Anyway, the point is, Adelaide may have just incited chaos. Slow burn chaos. "I think we just found the focus of our research project. Gin. We're going to need juniper berries, barley and... other stuff I need to try and remember. It's been a while since I got a gin lecture."

So many lectures. Granny was pedantic about many things, and the quality of booze was one of them. Heaven help the man who delivered the incorrect gin to the diner.