"I've never been to a proper one, just seen 'em on TV. They've got horrid coffee at AA meetings though, so I can imagine. Dad used to say if you could live through one of those cups, you could live another day without a drink. And he was sober... sixteen years? So it must have worked." Her faint Irish lilt became a bit more pronounced when she talked about her father. She missed him.

Shifting slightly, she finally shrugged out of her jacket, setting it on the stool beside her. "Alas, they've gone the way of the pay phone and the do-do bird."