"For God's sake, Byerly," Sonia groans, tipping her head back and giving a great roll of her eyes, "don't you start on all that I'm not good for anything crap again, or else I am going to take this bottle and upend it over your head."

It isn't an idle threat, either; she's drunk enough to consider wasting that much liquor. She sighs. "I'm glad you kept it a secret. It was enough of a -- a clusterfuck when you all showed up, none of us knowing what to do. And if everyone was allowed to hear about the future, then I'd have to hear about it, and then I'd make it two bottles just for that."