Oh, gods. Why did she start this? Sunshine grimaces and waves her glass in a general 'please desist' kind of way. "Stop. You win, just... stop."

Should she explain about the whole doe thing? She considers it for a beat, faintly surprised that the lingering trauma isn't as potent a deterrent as the fact that as stories go, it's kind of long and also incredibly gross. Far be it from her to put anyone off their punch.

"So, how have you been doing?" she asks. It occurs to her, belatedly, that she's been pretty bad at socializing with anyone who isn't Spike, lately. It's been hard to get up the energy to even consider hanging out, but she feels vaguely responsible for Asmodia, having found her and all.