She blinks, surprised by that proclamation. She'd definitely seen some things that no teenager should have ever had to witness, but she'd started off with that sort of thing at such a young age that it's already the norm. "I'm... sorry?" she asks, not entirely sure if that's quite the right response.

"Ah," she replies when Mal mentions there had been ale. "Then I suppose I can understand the patchwork storytelling that would be involved. I'll just have to wait until I get all three of you in the same room, then."