Therese tapped the glass gently against Chloe's in toast,"To freedom. To never being someone's weapon." She then took a slow sip out of the coffee inside. It was a pleasant taste to her, though she didn't drink much coffee. That wired sensation wasn't often one that sat well with her in the morning.<br/><br/>"Mmm. The coffee is good," she said in compliment. "So, what do you yanks do for fun around?"