[it's not bad. it's not Emerald, which is why she doesn't come by often, but it's hard to deny that it's upscale as hell and better than Em herself probably deserves.]

You get cold? I thought that was something you didn't have to deal with. [it takes her until about mid-sentence to realize it's for her own benefit, and since the best thing she has by way of a coat is that brown sports jacket that she hasn't started wearing yet over the green mock turtleneck she has on, she nestles herself down close to the fire.]

So. You really just want me to get drunk and talk about my life. That's really the plan here.