What was the point if not to just- indulge? Abby certainly had her vices. They were fun, and mostly didn't hurt anyone. Except all those times her vice was 'say things to cause problems.' So her shy little smile did shift to something a little more 'cat that ate the canary.' "There's a lot to be sour about, but it's good to just set that aside, have whatever fun you can find. Shit does need to get done, but it isn't worth doing if you can't enjoy yourself before. Or after."

"I spent a little while when I arrived trapped in my own head about this shit." And home, and- everything. It didn't seem to be weighing her down as much anymore as she was somewhere between walking and skipping at Mat's side. "Over that. I do have some boring shit, but it's at least with fun as the end goal. Alcohol does not buy itself, and I can't enjoy anything if some fucked up shit kills me."

Hence job and magic studies. But that's all she has in the way of 'being responsible.' She hasn't accepted this is her life, but she sure isn't going to wait to go home anymore.