[Most of their past impromptu moonshine parties are some of Lup's fondest memories, of the whole crew just red-faced and totally wild together, the atmosphere of the ship so warm and lively, the burden of their mission momentarily forgotten. But today? This all just feels tainted with sadness, with a heaviness that weighs at her chest, that pulls her shoulders down, that keeps Lup feeling like she's treading water.

This is one she won't want to remember, so maybe it's best to just keep drinking.]

Wouldn't want you to get cold feet or anything.

[Lup's already throwing back her second drink once it's ready, barely giving herself the moment to shudder against the stinging burn before she's filling up for a third.]

Think your tolerance gets better with age? I remember the first time 'Ko dragged this shit out and you got trashed half a sip in.