A genuine smile breaks over Deyna's face. "That sounds perfect," she says, accepting the glass Sasha offers. "This isn't exactly my usual speed, if you couldn't tell," she adds, forcing a self-deprecating chuckle. "I'm more of a meat and potatoes kind of person, less of the orders. Hors d'oevres."

She pauses. "Shess, if you want to stay sober, you can take the tray around while we drink? Or I can do it, after I have some of this --" she cuts herself off, sniffs the alcohol again "-- what kind of grain is this?" she asks Sasha. "Or I can do it," she repeats, returning her gaze to Shess.