[Joel's opinion of the drink was a little more complimentary. But he didn't express an opinion on it one way or the other. It was a little sweet, and a lot warm. It burned all the way down and sat light in the belly. It was perfect.

He drained his own glass and then filled them both back up again, a little more this time.]

So.

[Gulp. Ah. Refreshing!]

You want... I don't know. Y'want t'talk about her?

[Not that all hope was lost or anything. But he might want to spend some time reminiscing. People liked to do that, didn't they?]