[She laughs again and gratefully accepts the bottle as it's handed to her. Takes a long, deep drink before letting her eyes fall closed. Her thoughts feel blurry and slow, softened somehow. Her head gently spins. Obviously this means they ought to keep going and get well and truly plastered.]

Don't worry, I'll get you something sparkly but like, totally tasteful, you know? Like a skull surrounded by fire but the fire is rubies.

[Totally tasteful]

Clearly we're meant for each other. Gideon and Al, love disasters! But hey, seriously though. I'm glad to see you out of the graveyard and like, thinking about the future and stuff. By wanting to stay here, I mean. I'm gonna take that to mean you're doing better.