[She drinks more before she speaks again, her voice the soft tone that meant she was drifting off, most times.]

Ah, you'd probably blush pretty too. But I doubt I can make ya do that. You're like the . . .[She's making faces trying to explain this, thoughts she's never tried to sort out for herself, let alone tell another person.]

You're like that girl in my dating sim I got from home. Except worse cause I at least understand what she's saying when she's all "LIAR" and I lose. She doesn't ever call me dear though, so I think you're winning that.

[Totally understandable statement, that. She is truly a master orator.]

I like when you call me dear.