She knew that look - that was the look of judging sobriety and while she didn't blame Claire for it, it wasn't fair. She was sixteen and already had the best liver Meredith had ever heard of and that sounded worse in her head. Mainly because she wasn't entirely sure Cristina wouldn't try to dissect Claire if she showed up and found out, but that was totally never gonna happen if Meredith had anything to say about it. "I'm not drunk, I'm serious," she explained. "Burke left Cristina at the altar and my Izzie married Alex and ran away because she was fired, it's totally not as weird as it sounds."
So far, the only weddings that'd gone over well were Owen and Cristina in a small ceremony and her and Derek who'd used a post-it note for all things married, except she hadn't been wearing the ring. She'd taken it off once to do the dishes and after that, she hadn't put it on. That was a sign, she felt...to drink more, if only because it was Derek she was thinking about.
She frowned. "Tell him I have peanut butter crackers in my purse," she said. "He can have them since he probably won't eat anything here anyway, it's all got vegetables in it."