"Y'know... I don't really know." Giving a little shrug, Kami led the way back to her living room and motioned for the other woman to make herself comfortable. "The stuff I really like is too much of a pain in the neck to make at home," she explained. A few more steps took her into the pristine kitchen and she tugged the fridge door open. She bent inside and Linnaea could hear rustling and the clink of glass. Then Kami's voice drifted out to her, slightly muffled, "A can of Coke, orange juice, milk, water... Hm, a can of Pabst and, believe me, I have no idea how it got in here, ick. Tequila. Oh, and a bottle of rose."
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