She was no longer as naive as she'd been as a child, and she was her mother's daughter. If Alcohol was 'good' to anyone it meant she was getting something out of it. "
Maman
flatters me. I wish I was half as good as she was."
"So tell me. I don't meet many like you belle. Everything about you is vibrant." She took the glass once it was diluted enough and handed it to him. "Here, cautious now. Bit of a bite to it." Smiling she took her own glass, which had a lot less water and more sugar. "Share my your troubles, and I'll make them go away."