Elena shakes her head still, because incorrigible Ethan is incorrigible, but she has never been unaffected by it. Her lips press together as though that will keep her from smiling, but it is a futile attempt. It is softened by the amazement that she reads in his features, and she can't help but wonder how different their worlds were in that respect, and if the Elena he had in his world truly had no feelings for him, something she finds so difficult -- if not impossible -- to wrap her head around. Because it's -- it's Ethan and it's Elena, and feelings are sort of impossible to not have when you put those two combinations together.

"Instead of telling you, I could show you," Elena offers, as she remembers this in her sort of drunken state of being. She sways a bit in place in her stool as she fumbles to find her phone in the pockets of her jacket. Thankfully, she still has enough battery, but the process of both finding her phone and finding the video she is attempting to show him is a comical error in hand coordination and all-around balance. Once it is playing however, she flips her phone around so that he can see the video of them the very morning after.

Omelet, Ethan. You made her an omelet.

Elena laughs and shakes her head. It is punctuated by the stubborn shaking of her finger, which she shakes directly in front of him as if the point she is wanting to make is very important here. "There is no A and B. You're ... ghost!cruise!ship!Ethan! Hmmm, I guess that may be too long. We'll get back to it. And other-you is ... homeworld!Ethan. Or omelet!Ethan."

Ooh, she thinks she likes omelet!Ethan.