I'm like Nyquil. I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me. [ Her smile is delighted and easy to press into his shoulder, her eyes closing for a moment. ]

You told me sourdough was a lie. And to never accept wheaten from an Irish man. And then you said you wanted a sandwich so I told you that it's not the middle-ages any more and you could make your own. You passed out after that.

[ She arches an eyebrow right back. ] And I used to think you were eloquent.