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That's what I hear. Never mattered much to Logan 'cause of the healin' [She pulls her gloves off and settles in, leaning against the bars of the cell. Sure, if he wolfed out suddenly she'd be too close but she's not worried about that right now. Besides, she's got her gloves off and with a little warning, she could stop him from wolfing out.]
We started out with this sorta punch? It was pink and sweet. Had this little hint of coconut to it and you couldn't taste the alcohol in it at all even though I know it was in there. After I hada glass of that there were a coupla shotsa somethin'. I think it was whiskey, but that's sorta relyin' on Logan's memories of what it tasted like and those ain't always exactly right.
I think I ended up with a beer. [She wrinkles her nose a bit at that] Sorta...grainy tastin' and bitter.