I had a little... and then... [ She trails off, trying to remember why she hadn't finished her cup. Something about her hands... ] Maybe they would, there are children in Africa who would have loved it... [ Okay, that's generally not what she means. Something, something, don't be wasteful. She gasps, suddenly. ] My hands! It was my hands, I couldn't drink the coffee... because of my hands.

[ How would she know?! It's not like she's ever had it before! ]

Why? 'Cause I'm fat? [ That makes absolutely no sense, but it's what she's going with. ] I am not... seeing the appeal of alcohol.