Elisabeth shook her head, causing her plum locks to shake in time. "Me neither. A like that easy doesn't allow for mistakes, which allow us to grow. There's no challenge or struggle, and while I could opt out for the misery that sometimes comes with the shite we went through...wait, how exactly do you fall into this category with me?" It wasn't an accusatory tone, but more of a hopeful one. And without much meaning to, she was poling around in Spike's head, trying to catch a glimpse of something that wouldn't make her feel so alone.
She was able to laugh at his toast, something she missed doing freely, and clinked her glass against his, taking a hearty sip of her oddly named drink. "Oooo, this is pretty damn good, want to try some?" She was already handing the glass over, holding the straw in his direction with a playful grin.