"My liver has a way to go yet," Chloe quips back, albeit a little thinly. Still, she's being genuine in her attempt to prove she was just fine, even has she quietly tries to parse the memory enough to talk about it. "I wouldn't be able to imagine the trouble two could get me into."

In punctuation, she gives her attention to the bar again, at least partially, to pluck a bottle of tequila from one of the shelves.

"How do you feel about raspberries and chocolate?"