[SE] for a moment I forget to worry

A m a l i a Emmett may be disappointed to realize that the cider is just that, cider, crisp and refreshing but utterly devoid of alcohol. Amalia is not one for liquor: her one experience proved she cannot hold it, and now she avoids it like the plague. Still, her smile broadens as he takes a sip, quietly delighted by her ability to get him to warm back up, to rekindle some happiness in his eyes. Taking the bottle back from him and sipping some herself, Amalia turns her attention to the milling crowd. "Step two," she explains mischievously, "Is to people watch, and come up with the story behind what they're doing. See those two?" She points to a pair of revelers, both men, both dressed in tunics of an appalling shade of chartreuse. "What do you think went wrong, and led them to both wear the same outfit to Fiat Lux?" She is messy, but she's kind She is lonely most of the time She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie She is gone, but she used to be mine