There's something fucking hilarious about getting kiddo from this sprawled out girl instead of, you know, the aggressive anarchist version of his dad who lives inside his head (and probably loves Annie already uh-oh.)

"Thanks," he says with deep sarcasm (he's thirty!) but he does also help himself. Kaji had recommended a drink, but hadn't had any to offer. Elliot isn't sure it's a good idea to loosen wavering boundaries any further but he just wants something to make him care less about — everything. Everything that is happening.

So he drinks. Tries not to gag-choke on the taste, wrinkles his nose after. "Kinda prefer sweeter stuff," he admits — an appletini man at heart.