Maketh accepts the glass readily and drinks. More than a sip, really. But she doesn't tip her head back and down the whole thing like part of her - a good part of her - really wants to. She doesn't have these problems when she's drunk.

Unfortunately, she came to apologize and the words never come out quite right once the alcohol has made its rounds.

"Do you like it?" Maketh asks hopefully. It was the nicest kind she could find.