And thank goodness for that wryness, because Annie was just drunk enough to veer right into maudlin if left unchecked.

But still. She was nothing if not sincere, as often as she could be, and she'd sincerely missed Summer and hadn't really realized how much until right then.

"Oh, it's a wig," she replied, shaking her head. "Like, obviously, but it's a new wig. I'm wearing a butt pad, too. Which -- like, yeah, fuck the male gaze and all, but it's made a weirdly comfortable pillow in a pinch?"