"And that," said Summer, "is why I do all my business off island."

Sure, Summer, it definitely didn't have anything to do with the fact that you had absolutely no game on island, but you keep telling yourself that.

"But, yes," she then added, before anyone noticed any huge gaping holes in that statement. "It's a very strong fruity wine and it's delicious and it's perfect for getting you through a bunch of issues with your girlfriends. I had a sangria night with Rey not too long ago, and I really think it helped her out."

It had mostly dissolved into Summer giving her frequent firm but drunken affirmations about agency, but still!

"You can just let everything out." Her voice dropped into a mysterious sort of whisper with an opening, releasing gesture of her hands, "Tell all your problems to the sangria."