"Shit'll be fine." She sounds almost dismissive, just because it's a hard topic to get into at a party, let alone ever. She wishes she could talk to Oceana about it, about everything, because she knows she'd feel so much better for it. Alas, the walls have eyes. And ears. And high tech software.

"You wouldn't be you if you weren't being a little shit, so colour me surprised. If you elope I'm not letting you in my apartment or my booze cabinet again." She reaches out and pinches Oceana's cheek with no amount of gentleness. "You are too fucking cute, you know that?"