Whoa, hey, we're an excellent decisions brigade. We decided on pie. [ Or Kate decided on pie and then browbeat them into it; whatever. ] And pie is never a bad decision. I think we can all agree.

[ She eyes the vodka but leaves it where it is, taking a gulp of her doctored soda before cutting another bite of pie. She looks sidelong at Claire, watches her watching Darcy. ] I suppose if you can't drink you probably can't smoke either, huh? We've got to find something to get that look off your face.