Valdis bumped her glass against his before finishing it off and calling for two more. She winked at the bartender, turning back to Miles to continue conversing about random things.

Seven drinks later, which brought her count way too high for any normal human, she was telling jokes and giggling, all the signs of being tipsy without any of the negative. Sometimes she wished it could be real.

"I have a riddle for you," she laughed, "A box without hinges, key, or lid, yet golden treasure inside is hid. What am I?"