[ Vodka, Claire. The answer to the question you didn't actually ask is vodka. Kate's is going into whatever passes for Coke around here, and she sips in between bites of pie, staring into space more than she intends to. It's obvious in the way she startles every once in a while and re-focuses her eyes, deliberately looking around like it takes some effort, like she cant quite remember what she was thinking about and has to start over. When Claire speaks she's slow to turn, but her eyes are clear and her mouth quirks into a hint of a smile. ]
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I call bullshit.