The words come as a surprise. It's not so much that Eden expects Lily to have started drinking before turning up; it's the implication of what she says, a kind of bittersweet solidarity. She shuffles through her closet, giving herself time before she responds. Drawing a dark purple dress from its hanger, she makes quick work of changing, grabbing a pair of stilettos by the straps as she heads out to the living room again.

"Well, you're right about that," she says warmly. "Pretty sure you could find fun anywhere."