Dream and Lisbeth
Lisbeth studied the man beside her for a moment or two. He intrigued her. Not a lot of people intrigued her, but Dream certainly did. "And what exactly have I not faced about my past memories?" she asked. Curious to see exactly what he knew, exactly what he would say.
The entire conversation with Dream had her curious, honestly.
Then she nodded toward the whiskey in front of him. "You aren't drinking," she observed. Waste of alcohol, honestly, if he wasn't going to drink it. "Where are you from?" she asked, allowing her curiosity to get the best of her.