Once all the dishes were in the sink, and the pasta was safely in the fridge, Coco settled onto the couch, quickly devolving into a cocoon of blankets and pillows, a fuzzy bundle with only her recently filled wine glass protruding and occasionally rising to her lips. And, as the night went on, and the alcohol seeped into her bloodstream while the television spun its story, and so many things ceased to matter...

Thank you for the scene!