"I've never had it. Weed once or twice. Mushrooms on occasion. Vampire blood." Fred may have mumbled that last one. "But, never absinthe. I understand that there are things that artists do to be more creative; I know thinkers used other substances to alter their minds in hopes of finding some way to access more of their brains. Sometimes they'd drink to quiet their brains. Too much thinking." She didn't sound as if she thought it was wrong, so much as it was something to think about. It had potential for concern.
Fred set the ice on the coffee table, and she even started looking for something to put water in. He'd asked for both, and Fred did like giving people what they want if she could. She gave a soft aha when she found a pitcher and filled it quickly, carrying it over to join the ice.
"Brownies are chocolate bits of heaven, or they can be." She smiled, slipping over to the cabinets to peek in them and giggling when she found a tin container that seemed decorated for Christmas.
"Hmm." She looked at the container's contents; a tiny frown for a moment formed on her lips, but it soon disappeared as she brought the container over. "I found white chocolate pretzels and chocolate fudge." She had heard what he said, but she was trying to play good hostess.
"Is everything okay?" She settled down finally on the couch near him. "Are you okay?" That was usually the only time people looked for her, when they needed her help. Or so she thought.