"Oh brilliant," she said cheerfully. Rum. Hurray. She straightened up and scooted closer to him. Okay, closer translated into his lap which she really didn't need to do to trade bottles with him but she knew he was easy to bother and that was why she had done it. It didn't matter whether she was drinking or not; she was going to mess with Cathair.
Eden offered him the whiskey bottle in trade for the rum, "I prefer rum. Might because of my former life of piracy." It was a joke yet it wasn't. She grinned broadly at him - finally they'd found a conversation that wasn't about to depress her. "True that," she noted as she put an arm around his shoulders, "Any time, blondie. I'm not exactly shy." Understatement of the year.