[ Sometimes Claire wishes that there was a point for her to alcohol! Not because she finds herself really wanting it or even particularly enjoys what happens to people whenever they throw back a bunch of shots - look at what happened to Nathan - but it's one of those normal social activities that just seems pointless given her ability and the effect alcohol has on her as a result. She does placate Kate by taking a gigantic swig of Coke, though, or whatever constitutes as it. ]

I didn't realize we were playing cards. [ Claire puts her fork down in a mess of melted ice cream and torn apart fruit. The carnage of her dessert is mostly purple and mostly delicious, so despite the somber mood between the two of them, it's hard to stop eating. ] No, seriously. The pie's good, really good, but my mom had a recipe for apple that she used to make on Thanksgiving that was pretty much the best thing you've ever tasted.