Whenever Chowder starts to get on my nerves, there’s one thing I strive to keep in mind:
Hannah is young.
I mean, VERY VERY young.
Hannah’s barely 21, for crying out loud; she’s only been drinking legal for a few months so her stomach probably still reflex-knots when a bartender asks for her ID, even though it’s ok now.
Now, think back to practically every 21yo you’ve ever known - and remember that self-confident entitled swagger is generally little more than a social suit of armor worn by an immature kid who’s still trying to work out what being an adult really means, a