the sight of link often makes her smile wider, the chaos quietly simmering somewhere within reacting like baking soda thrown into a pit of vinegar, as if it knew his number one inciter is near. this time is no different, despite the narrowed eyes and pursed lips the answer to her question produces for a split second, the joy in jack’s features is a hard thing to bend in the face of her people having genuine enjoyment after all this time ( after all the pain ). at his remark, she discards the — now dried — glass to a side and reclines over the bar, eyes drifting to the pointed - out picture. a soft, content hum leaves her as she gets lost in the endearing view, in the utter happiness she witnesses that induces her own, snapping out of it only at the renewed sound of link’s voice. the smile on her face, before gentle and touched, quickly turns into an impertinent, derisive one. “ oh, we’re taking the tepid, coward route, i see ” it’s a taunt, one she doesn’t mean at all, of course — she’s seen what alcohol abuse does to people too many times, witnessed it in too many foster homes, in too many of the orphanage’s other kids’ bodies to forget. so she winks, smile soft, trim, but still mischievous, still unwavering before relenting. “ i’d go with a beer in that case. or … something stronger but i, uh, i’d sandwich a glass of water between one and the next, definitely. first, though … ” she prompts, leaving her last words to hang in the air while she withdraws a bottle of tequila she’s been aging for months now, along with two shot glasses from under the counter. “ i need you to toast with me. ” the cap is off in a swift move, and the open bottle gets held mid - air, jack’s eyebrows lifted in a silent question that looks dangerously akin to a challenge, waiting for link’s blessing to fill the small crystals.