"Fair enough," he allows, though a small part of him is already thinking, a little despairingly, of how much mid-shelf scotch Daisy could put away on his dime without breaking a sweat. It might be more cost effective to go buy her a bottle of something rather than go out somewhere.

They make their way over to the drinks table, and as Daisy pours, he asks, "What did you make of last night? Get a good look at Darrow's idea of a mer-person?" Christ knows how he ought to gender the things; his examinations hadn't been particularly revealing in that regard.