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[Her response is delayed while Vanya over analyzes that. She hasn't forgotten the last time she said something to Allison without thinking it through, and though it stung she couldn't ignore that it was true. (Not true now, but she wouldn't use the same barb twice.)]

I like things. Getting a drink with you can be one of them

[There's another gap between when she writes it and when she sends it, removing a question mark before she does.]

[ It catches her in a surprise.

She'd meant the bar versus the worst things of this place.

She hadn't meant herself. But her lips press and it's impossible to stop the swell that crashes in her chest. Maybe it wouldn't have surprised her when they were doing coffee twice a week, but this had been starting all over again. With Vanya rewound to the theatre and having forgotten all of that. Her eyes prickle a little, rereading. A held breath pressing out her lips slowly.

Impossible relief, maybe even glad, but relieved more.

A gift granted she can't ask for. Maybe doesn't even deserve it.
But she can't stop trying. She can't leave it, or Vanya, out anymore. ]

I like spending time with you, too.

Don't get mushy on me

[She hopes Allison reads it as a joke, because - there is only so far she can go, still, and that entire distance is spent on Allison. The others - they keep trying, they keep dropping breadcrumbs in front of her, and she keeps trying to pick them up only to watch them turn to dust in her hands. Is that a bad metaphor? It feels like one - but the only metaphor that makes sense to her is one that involves crumbling.

They keep saying they want to try, Diego and Klaus mostly, but she barely knows how. It feels like her desire to try dried up years ago, but...here she is, trying the easier path.]

[ Allison's smiles press itself, but escapes just as quickly, because she's not really trying to hide it. Has no one to hide it from here. ]

I wouldn't dream of it.

And it definitely doesn't get you out of covering the first round for this new place.
In case they can't buy hard liquor to the quality of their rave beer reviews.

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Only one way to find out. You can be the taste tester. I'll just start with a beer.

Looks like my time is up. Pied piper, etc. See you tomorrow.

[ A second later, another message pops up. ]

Good luck with the new job today.

[At first, Vanya's a little put out - reasonably, she knows Allison was on a break, it was a limited timeframe to talk, but her heart has never really agreed with her head. She's still trying to figure out what the nice, normal, decent response would be when the second message comes through. That makes it easier.]

Thanks. See you later :)