[notDEADyet]

She snorted, but decided not to continue the conversation on a bird she didn’t really care about. “Yeah, well,” she shrugged, “A magic cup. So… You know.” She moved over to lean against the wall nearest the window, watching his face as she spoke. “It won’t be all that awful. Probably. I mean, it’ll be pretty shitty, because it’s a war. Magic cup, though.”