( Beth watches Cosima for a second too long, a little guarded, before she realises what she's doing. This is fine. They'll figure this out, if there's anyone she can trust, it's her sisters. )
Don't count on it. If there's a booth, it's mine.
( There dry wit doesn't ring quite true; her mirth has been wrung out of her, over time. There's glimpses, but...
As she moves to secure a table she adds, a little humourlessly, ) Get whatever's strongest and double it.
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Don't count on it. If there's a booth, it's mine.
( There dry wit doesn't ring quite true; her mirth has been wrung out of her, over time. There's glimpses, but...
As she moves to secure a table she adds, a little humourlessly, ) Get whatever's strongest and double it.