Jerry
She hears him, but her gaze remains locked on the row of alcohols. "Whatever you say, man. I'm supposed to be here to forget my worries anyway." She takes a long gulp of ale from her mug.
Heather
*He grins signaling to slide a few more wines over and raises his*
" To forgetting then"
*He proceeds to down his heartily almost coughing as he is secretly quite the light weight*
Jerry
"... And forgiving." She cheers with him, and doesn't even grimace after drinking the whole glass in one motion. "What is the purpose of your travels? Business?"