Mary was definitely on her way to getting drunk. She laughed at the scrapbooking comment.
"Doesn't killing things count?" she asked sweetly.
She reached out and found his hand, covering it with hers in a very brief squeeze if he allowed it. She drew her hand back just as quickly. The touch wasn't meant to be forward, though she supposed she was going to have to relearn the rules regarding touching or not touching him here.
"I'm glad you're here. Not glad that you're getting caught up in this Hellmouth business, but glad you're here."
She didn't expect things to pick up where they'd left off back in her present/his future. She really didn't, but she enjoyed the companionship that he was offering her even now. It made her feel a little less alone while stuck back here. She was glad to have a version of him here, even if it was a version that was so far into the past that she hadn't even been born yet.
She cleared her throat and took a drink of the whiskey, ready to change the subject.
"I read when I get the chance. Sometimes it's things that apply to the job-books on mythology and spirits and the like, but sometimes I'm able to sneak in books that don't have anything to do with hunting."