"That look on his face… even if Vash is too stupid to recognize it. And he's a priest!" Meryl, having long since given up on the glass, raised the bottle of whiskey to her lips and drank deeply. "I never intended to… and I never thought…"
She tossed back another shot, and grimaced. "Does everybody fall in love with the fool?"
Luida smiled knowingly. "Yes. And eventually we realize that we must find our comfort elsewhere."
Meryl hesitated briefly, then set the bottle down firmly on the table and met Luida's eyes. "I could use some comfort right about now."