"Scotch it is," Molly replies, taking the bottle out of the refrigerator before letting the door swing shut. "Ice?" As she asks, she opens the freezer to get a tray of ice cubes, putting a few in her own glass. It's been kind of a while, she realizes, since she actually had company. More often, she goes out, either to a bar or to one of her friends' apartments, making her kind of relieved that she still keeps this place pretty well stocked. It's habit, though, as much as anything else.

"And I'll have to keep that in mind. I mean, if anyone ever tries to offer me something they made using part of an old pipe."