(She laughs in response to that even through her inner turmoil, taking the bottle and lifting it slowly. She lets it rest against her mouth for a moment before she takes a long sip. It's funny– Lup being from an earlier time, but still knowing her so deeply regardless, knowing the best option for her right now isn't sitting, and stewing in this. Lucretia knocks her knee against Lup's, takes another quick gulp from the bottle and then hands it back.)

Okay, okay. Fair.

You are my best friend for bringing me this housewarming gift. Both the wine, and the paints by the way. (She is truly happy about those.) I'll paint something for your place. Something– bizzare, and colourful.

(She can see it in her mind's eye, now that she's thinking about it with a slight thrum of alcohol in her blood.) Just to liven up the place, you know?