"Oh god almighty," Adelaide said, clutching a hand to her heart briefly. "Wasn't much you coulda said to recover from saying Cerie, but Avery Jessup does it," Adelaide laughed. It was a small sound, not exactly free, but far more so than any Charlie had heard from her that wasn't brought on by Rodeo or Cutter. "That's what a woman should be. 'Sides, I can't bend over or reach high-up stuff nearly so well as Cerie." She lifted her glass to take a sip, still just a little bit dainty even when halfway to hammered and even when her Southern was showing, but then she stopped suddenly to wince. "Oh my god, and the Kim Jong Il thing. My life is something Tina Fey could have dreamed up, what the fuck."
Addie thought over Charlie's casting job, and then smirked and shook her head. "Funny how whenever anybody does something like this, on the intranet or whatever, O'Brien's always the first one to get cast. But come on, clearly you'd be Liz Lemon. With all the... 'blurgh', and the hoodies, and... you know, good intentions an' all," Adelaide informed her. Though it was a rather dry summing-up, her tone was such that it was clear it wasn't meant as any kind of insult.