The Ancient Order

"Getting shit faced is an ancient past time with a long and noble tradition! Why, all the very best people do it!"
"And the very worst people. Like me," she said, snickering.

"And hey, Halo has plants, sorta. It's really not all that bleak, so you don't get to hate it until you try it! And uh, after that you can pretty much just hate the place, yeah." She grinned. Then, at the prospect of meeting a sentient book, she nodded excitedly, looking completely thrilled with the idea until...

(If a record-scratch sound effect could have played at this point, it would have.) "Hold on. What the fuck do you mean, eaten?"

Then, as she listened to the part about Wessex, her thought train got a little sidetracked. Blight? What's the blight? Are we talking like the chestnut kind, or... Come to think of it, that would be pretty evil, spreading chestnut blight to a massive forest. "So did this blight thing kill trees?"

"...But if anyone tried banning booze here I guarantee there'd be a revolution within five minutes of it being posted. And so far no one has been that suicidal."

Ingrid nodded approvingly. Bar Wars: The Empire Strikes, But Alcohol Withdrawel Strikes Harder "As it fucking should be."
To conveniently avoid massively fucking up her timelines, Ingrid's mind wandered back to the booze revolution exactly when Jigano mentioned Zariah had worked for the voice.
"And I'll keep it in mind that the geek squad has beef with the human embodiment of setting a baby unicorn on fire and feeling no remorse." Also due to the timey wimeys, Ingrid still thought Zariah broke the barrier to let the Voice out, but more on that later.