"Fish," and that's all she really knows about it, but she pulls on the sweater, and she's glad she feels... safer, in it. In something of his. It's ridiculous, but for all that he's her friend, she knows he is, the fact that she's got something of his makes her stick that much more in his memory, she thinks.

You could forget her, but you couldn't forget the sweater. That's her logic, and she knows it's messed up and not sound but it does make her feel better. That and him smiling, him talking about the weekend, and she tries not to think about the fact that she'd considered going. She'd considered, but she had to work and what does she know about wine, and now her life would have changed if she'd have just gone.

But then again, someone else might have been dead.

"I didn't know that, that's great." She's sincere when she says it, and she wants to curl up into a tiny ball on his sofa, but she can't get herself small so she just sits, curled in on herself a little. "Joel.... is one of my favourite people," she admits with a small shrug. It's likely no surprise to Joel, should it get back to him - and she felt a similar way about Spencer, really.