[ Another low, little laugh. This time, a bit more sincere than the last. ]
You've got shit standards for good company.
[ Maybe it's the alcohol that makes her more honest than she would be otherwise. Or maybe it's their rapport — this sense that they might be a little similar. Either way, it's an admission she hasn't made to anyone else when she goes on, habitually wry and subtly bitter underneath that: ]
Besides, I'm mortal now. They took my curse when they brought me here.
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You've got shit standards for good company.
[ Maybe it's the alcohol that makes her more honest than she would be otherwise. Or maybe it's their rapport — this sense that they might be a little similar. Either way, it's an admission she hasn't made to anyone else when she goes on, habitually wry and subtly bitter underneath that: ]
Besides, I'm mortal now. They took my curse when they brought me here.