Eponine looked at Sigma with bleary-eyed surprise.
"What is there wrong with beer, Monsieur? It is not like a spirit. I wish I had brandy instead. Now that is what I drank all the time in Paris, you know? It is good, brandy. It warm-"
She broke off, coughing harshly. "warms you. It makes you forget all the bad things, it makes you forget everything."
She reached over, took a can and cracked it open. She had got used to the pull rings now. But she handed the can straight to Sigma. Then she took another for herself.
"Try it, Sir. Drink it. It will make you feel better."
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"What is there wrong with beer, Monsieur? It is not like a spirit. I wish I had brandy instead. Now that is what I drank all the time in Paris, you know? It is good, brandy. It warm-"
She broke off, coughing harshly. "warms you. It makes you forget all the bad things, it makes you forget everything."
She reached over, took a can and cracked it open. She had got used to the pull rings now. But she handed the can straight to Sigma. Then she took another for herself.
"Try it, Sir. Drink it. It will make you feel better."