Megan pushes herself off the couch and walks -- a little unsteadily, she's still hungover -- into the kitchen, where she roots around for a bottle of pop. The ones they make in Baedal are nice, they use real sugar, not high fructose corn syrup like they do at home. As an afterthought, she gets herself one, too. It's got sugar and caffeine, that's good for you, right?

"It's nice... I like it a lot." It's also a much safer topic than her feelings or anything else that personal, and she seems to stir a bit, becoming more animated. "It'd be nice if it were closer downtown but um... I dunno. People're nice. There's lots to do." It is awfully close to the Spatters, though -- not that she's ever been down that far.