Not looking at Tyler, Ele swirled her spoon in the dessert, making patterns as she considered her next words. She knew she could trust him, she could open up a little more to him. So she tried,

"My mom..."

Ele stopped and cleared her throat, it was clearly hard for her to speak,

"20 percent wouldn't have been enough for her. She would have drank the bottle straight."

Biting her lip as her heart thumped painfully in her chest, Ele took a breath.

"Your moonshine skills would have made her love you though."