Absinthe smiles even brighter at her sister's praise, living more off that then the chase that is so vital to her. "It was glorious." but it answers a question. Absinthe had always feared her sister had been semi responsible for her downfall. She wouldn't ever hate Alcohol, how can you hate something that's such a part of you, but she would have wanted to know why.
"I'll get it back sister, just you watch." Because then, Alcohol would be proud of her. Had to be right?
She smiled and took her own drink, sipping from it. "So how have you been sister?"