"It's what I can do," she said with a shrug as she tucked her bag under the futon again. She couldn't do the decorator-bit with his apartment, couldn't hardly tell that things had changed - maybe a few details around the edges, a few more photographs up on the shelves - or if it was better, but she damn well could cook and buy alcohol.
She couldn't help but smile in answer to his. "Yeah, me neither." Since about the same period, actually, and probably for the same reason. And this qualified.
"I could use whiskey, sure," she said lowly as she looked up at him. "It's been a hell of a weekend."