[It appears that she has indeed regained her touch. Maketh covers her mouth to mask the grin threatening to split her face, before she gives up on subtlety and just laughs. She bumps her forehead against Henry's shoulder.] And I win!

[The latter story is also true, except for a single detail: it was Maketh's mother, not her father, who threatened to disown her. But that is a story for a different time. Maketh grins happily.] Drink, gentlemen! Captain Sumkyt had a particular mix that I will show you on some...other occasion.

[She's a bit too drunk for that right now, more liable to burn her hair off than drink anything that impressive. Maketh makes a face.] The captain was also married. And twice my age. Not my best affair, I'll admit.