There's some totally bizarre music playing. Harry likes it; she sort of starts swaying on her feet part of the way through Penny's answer, though she's definitely listening. Mostly.

"What's professional gaming?" she asks, swirling the contents of the flask.

She doesn't realize that Penelope's returned the question until a beat later, through the fuzz at the forefront of her brain. Everything seems to be spinning lazily to the right. "Vacation. I go to Martinique and chill with my mom like every year."

"Hopefully my brother doesn't come," she adds. "I've seen enough of that dude this year."