"You're asking me?" Meg arched her brow quizzically. She hadn't been human in so long he could have just as easily posed that question to one of his own kind and gotten about as much information. "From what I remember, we didn't really. I don't remember what it was like but I remember it always being a problem." She shrugged. "If humans are supposed to be God's perfect little children, you'd think he'd have made them less fragile and needy."
The waitress arrived, placing two glasses of whiskey in front of them. Ice clinked in the glasses. "Bottoms up," Meg said with a wink, and took a small sip, less interested in getting drunk and more interested in enjoying the taste for once.