"Oh, no you don't. I'm not leading you right to his stash just so you can pilfer it later." Sonia wags a stern finger in his face and then pats him on the shoulder, a gesture for him to sit back down. "I'll go get it. And you'll sit right here and not go anywhere. I'm not drunk enough yet, and neither are you."

She doesn't give him much of a chance to respond before marching off in determination, but she isn't gone longer than ten minutes or so when she comes marching right back with a deliciously full bottle of maple mead cradled to her chest. She is in it to win it.