Daisy makes an odd sound that might have started as a laugh and tried to end up as a dramatic huff of breath, but manages to not quite be either. She slides into her chair, one arm draped over the back, and drags her tongue over her teeth.

"Honestly, Jon? Don't even know where to start. And by the time I figure it out. You're gonna wish you were two drinks in already."

That's about as much preamble as she's got in her. It's been that kind of month.