She rolled her eyes, "You can do better than that Miles."

Valdis lifted her hand for another drink. Past midnight and the room was still buzzing, but less so than it had been. She might have to walk Miles home, or at least call him some sort of transport.

"Since we seem to have reached the..." she paused, trying to decide how to finish, as if words were difficult, "point of uninhibited wisdom, what's the meaning of life?"