For a long moment something hangs in the air between them. Something playful, something easy, something with which she has no idea what it is she is meant to do- and yet finds herself somewhat eager to explore. Until there is a mew and the moment ends, until she must reach over to fish Remi out from Red's hair.

"You are hardly a poor influence, but if you wish to be productive and require incentive..." Adelaide rests her cheek on her hand, considering Red, her lips curled in a small smile. "Make a list of everything we would need to make the Gin you remember, daiquiris, and this 'slow comfortable screw against the wall', and I shall tell you what the strangest thing was when you are finished."