[ Right now, in the recesses of what could be considered a very tipsy frame of mind — okay, strike that, she's wasted, she's totally and completely wasted — Dana's just happy to have some company right now. She might be too drunk to realize it, but the last few days have been kind of a bummer just in terms of the degree to which she's been finding herself, well, really lonely, and even getting to make conversation with someone, however casual, is already brightening her mood.

That's clearly evidenced by the growing smile on her lips, the one that she's fighting to keep subdued, nodding in a way that is not at all serious as the other woman patiently explains that she probably shouldn't have gone for the beers — but Dana opens her mouth in visible protest. ]

But — I swear, this is only — I've had, like, two of these. Trust me when I say I am normally wayyyy better at handling my liquor than thish. This.

[ Her gaze follows down to the cup of ice cream, squinting to study it. ] What kinda flavor is that?