“Congratulations on being married Nilhandril, what is it like?” Tevruden looked over the rim of his glass to his friend, dressed in his wedding robes.

Van swirled his glass of wine, watching his husband talking nearby, “It’s like being engaged except now I can’t leave my robes where I like.”

“Van too sober.” Feiyn tapped her temple with a wink before setting a bottle on the table, “Consider it a present!”

“Please tell me this isn’t rocket fuel..” The paladin looked to the brown bottle with its makeshift bow in almost horror, “Feiyn?”

“Drink! Bottoms up!”