Sure, but it was the fun kind without any tanlines to speak of whatsoever, right? [ It could be that she's feeling more prone to teasing him because they haven't seen each other in a while; she's got plenty of fuel stored up in her ribbing reserves, and she's clearly been waiting for the opportunity to break into them a little more.

But her expression sobers slightly when he mentions it hasn't all been literal sunshine, and she props herself forward similarly, bracing one hand against the bartop to bear her weight. ]

Hey, sometimes you've just gotta rip off that Band-Aid. Don't worry, I've got just the thing to help us get through it. [ She fishes around behind the bar for a beat and then comes up with a bottle of whiskey, plunking it down between them. ] For when shit gets tough.