"Right??" Joan shook her head. Being French, of course, she had a slight disdain for everything English, and that included their writers. "Where are all the female writers? Like Mary Shelley basically inventing an entire genre." The cocktail was delicious, and she was trying to savour it rather than gulp it down like juice. "You know, I never drank alcohol, back when I was alive? You have to make concessions, don't you. Not drinking at all after a few centuries gets boring, especially when the water has cholera in it."