Gwen shot Aurora a look at that. "Fuzzy skin," she repeated. "Alright. To fuzzy skin!" She raised her bottle in salute before taking a drink. It was followed by many others and before long, Gwen started understanding what her friend had meant by 'fuzzy skin'. It really did feel somewhat... funny. Fuzzy was a good word for it, she supposed. Just to make sure, Gwen took another drink.
"You know... No, I don't know. I forgot." She frowned at the ceiling because it was what she'd done when she'd been struck with her thought and she figured it would come back if she repeated what she'd been doing. "Hm. Nope, nothing." Gwen took another drink. "Oh yes." So that was the trick! "When we get out of here, do you think Quidditch will be back? Because I don't know what the hell I can do with my life without Quidditch."