[she makes a face at him with the first bit, grabbing the closest thing she can find (like, an ornament or something) to throw at him across the table.

but the second part, she rests her chin in her hand, looking a bit thoughtful.]

... Yeah. [she says, finally.] I never thought I was going to have this, you know? Ask me two years ago where I thought I'd be right now and I'd say like. Dead, or something. Not sitting in some weird multiverse bullshit drinking rum and whiskey with my previously dead frenemy's boyfriend.

[she glances at him, and then takes a drink. she has an inkling it might be a little the same for him, in a sense.]