"What a disaster that was," she exclaimed once she'd finished her first bite. "First, this is really good," she compliment, "and second... I am so glad that I stuck to the wine and not the dancing," she said, shaking her head a little, taking a sip of synthetic beer. Not the same as a real beer, but it was cold, and it went well with the burger. "Sounds like you lucked out, too. Poor Christine Chapel... not sure how she's doing with all of it... we haven't crossed paths in a few days," she said, taking another bite.
"Mmm," she shrugged, swallowing before speaking. "Nothing interesting to report... which is probably good, seeing as I could be married, ill, or something worse," she grinned.