"Beer sounds like less work," she admitted, looking at the box she'd taken from Harry's hut for a second. Then she nudged it toward the door with her toe and left it there. It wasn't going to go anywhere, it would still be there for her to be depressed about when she got back.

"Make sure I don't do anything dumb, okay?" she asked. "Like, for the next few weeks. It's pretty much guaranteed I'm going to get wasted and try to hook up with someone to forget all this shit."