Patsy has stopped drinking alcohol in their room altogether. She has moved her bottles to Delia's room, where she and Delia will often have a scotch or mixer before moving on to other activities – but it doesn't feel right to keep drinking in front of Trixie (anyway, Barbara's Tizer isn't entirely unpleasant). Smoking, though, is (for now) an acceptable vice, and she and Trixie are quietly listening to Adam Faith and sharing an ashtray after a particularly long delivery.

"You were right." Trixie says out of nowhere.

"About what?"

"Men."

Patsy still has no idea what Trixie is talking about, but sits up a little straighter on her bed.

"I had a chat with Phyllis the other day. We don't need them. You've known for ages and you're right."

Patsy forgets about her cigarette and drops a little ash onto her bed, unable to comprehend what Trixie is saying.

"I wanted to say sorry for all the occasions I've given you a hard time for not having a boyfriend. We don't need them to be happy."

Patsy still doesn't fully understand, but raises her glass of Tizer anyway. "I'll drink to that."