[Nodding along, even though she's starting to feel a little Weird about the descriptions. She imagines a couple of possible replies and fails to say any of them because they're all kind of mediocre.]
That's good. Sometimes it's just. [Where was that sentence going? It's gone. Must not have been important. Erika kicks the underside of the bar.]
no subject
That's good. Sometimes it's just. [Where was that sentence going? It's gone. Must not have been important. Erika kicks the underside of the bar.]
It's your turn. Venus.