[ Part of her - the part of her that's liquor-sopped, and a bit too sharp - briefly considers asking if she was also right about him moving on when they finally go their separate ways. Ultimately, she swallows that notion, chalking it up as a poor (drunken!) idea, why ruin a wonderful evening?

It does bring something to light, though. Pyrrha's impulse control is a bit weak right now, her thoughts scattered. She takes a sip of water, her only drink for the rest of the night.

Shrugging, she wears an easy look. ] I don't think of it as being right or wrong. As far as I've concerned, I've only made one mistake in my life. [ Beat. ] —two. Everything else was just life teaching me what I needed to know though trial and error.

[ If only those two mistakes - Penny, and then herself - hadn't been so dire in consequence. ]