She has to stop peeling when she nicks the side of her thumb with the knife, taking the towel and wrapping it tightly around her finger. Then she takes a breath. "One second."
Cora is hard to rattle, but this has her completely shaken. She manages to fake a smile, as she grabs gin and shot glasses, before pegging a quick kiss to the point of Fletcher's cheekbone.
She sits across from Ira, putting out the glasses, sloshing gin into each and a bit more than planned on the table. Cora immediately downs one, wincing a bit as it burned.
"I don't know." Cora pauses. "I think it can be. I think it's a possible future, for each of us." She pours another shot for herself, swallowing it down as quickly as she can set the bottle on the table. "Do you feel that? That it's changeable?"