"You... I don't feel comfortable, letting you waste all these bits. A-and you know we're not going to get drunk or anything while we're here, right? Do you... do that kind of stuff?" She asks tentatively. I'm starting to realize just how many worries this sweet thing had bottled up; how many things she worries about on the daily. Even between us. She's making a big step of trust, even if she's fostering a lot of doubts.