Sam opened the bottle and poured glasses for both of them, holding one out to Meg. She raised her own drink to her mouth and took a pull from it. She wasn't drinking to be drunk, really; she was just drinking to take the edge off. She'd gotten royally plastered her first night here, and the resulting hangover had been enough to remind her of why she didn't do that very often. Since then, she'd been relatively careful about moderating her alcohol intake, even if she reached for the strong stuff far more often than she usually did at home.
"It's like they're spawning, or something," she said, and made a valiant effort not to laugh. "I'm sorry. I can't seem to help finding it a little funny." Might have been a little bit of hysteria, she thought, from it all being just a little bit too much. But she was trying to cope. She forced herself to calm down entirely, and took another sip. She swallowed it, and took a deep breath.
"But anyway. How're you doing with all this, otherwise?"