She carries the pill bottle with her, sometimes, to shake as an extra punctuation to her refusal of alcohol; it's still as full as it was the day she was handed it, unwilling to chance it. At least these days she doesn't regret that decision, mostly: the pain is constant but at such a low thrum now she can ignore it readily if anything else is going on - like a toast she readily participates in.
Still, she lets him grab down the dishes, and only trails over after she's slipped the papers into an envelope to deliver tomorrow morning first thing. She follows her nose, peering curiously down at the food.
"Once," she admits. "It was a long time ago though, so let's go with no. What is it?"
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Date: 2022-11-07 07:02 am (UTC)Still, she lets him grab down the dishes, and only trails over after she's slipped the papers into an envelope to deliver tomorrow morning first thing. She follows her nose, peering curiously down at the food.
"Once," she admits. "It was a long time ago though, so let's go with no. What is it?"