Rey's reaction is met with a near non-reaction from Carlisle: he simply stares at her for a second or two, as though deciding if this 'house rule' even existed until now, if he should point out how foolish it was to waste something like liquor and then complain about how she has to make it, or if it's worth arguing over in the first place. He decides a solid no to that last one as he fishes a piece of paper and his pen from his satchel, scrawling a glyph on the sheet before he slides from his seat.

"I was not aware you had such entertainment here, Miss Rey," he cuts back as he kneels beside shards on the floor, sliding as many as he can onto the page, carefully picking up the large fragment with the cat's face on it and giving it a sad look.