That's why I hid some in my room.

[ She picks up her half-full glass and sips, unflinching at the sharp astringent bite of what is either very cheap grain alcohol or very efficient homebrewed distillation. ]

Don't tell anyone. [ She seems to think, for whatever reason, that Nick is trustworthy. ] And no. I'm not that either.

I studied Oranjese literature in university. It seemed like the easiest thing to fake my way through. I didn't mind it, it turned out. Never did anything with it after I graduated.

I'm just relieved they didn't put roller skating on there.