She angles her bottle towards a small pile of Pan flag cookies on one of the tables, "Pink, yellow and blue one, I'm pretty sure. It's been a while, but eh, I think I remember most of 'em right."

She's not an encyclopedia, but she knows enough. Her sexuality was one of the only things in her life that was real fuckin' simple, it caused her no issues at all. She did more work helping her brother figure himself out than she ever needed herself.

(Fuck, does everything have to remind her of some memory or another? Ugh, whatever.)