Sharon busies herself waiting for Pyrrha by heating up the homemade bagel bites and the water for tea. She sets the table and pulls out the glasses and plates and silverware, neat and tidy. Back home, in the morning, Chris would set the table for her and, at night, she would set the table for him. When Rose was here, they'd trade off. After Rose left, though, Sharon stopped bothering.

It feels nice to do something so familiar, though, and it gives her a chance to consider the conversation they're about to have. Pyrrha's worst day in her 10,000 years. The day she lost her husband. The day she lost a lot. At the thought, she grabs a bottle of whiskey she has in the cabinet and an extra pair of glasses and sets them on the table. Might as well give her parent the option.