Since Yngvi didn't bother going to the fancy party - not yet at least, because it'd be weird to go there without Asher being around to scandalise some noble or other, probably by spilling wine on them or just not having bathed for a week on purpose - he's brought his own drink.

Or is attempting to. It's a tricky business to roll a cask of Avvar mead when you were already drinking and you've got one nug (it sounds like one nug but it keeps blurring into three, sometimes four) running around your feet the whole time but he manages. Just. Spots something fancier than his booze and gives a heavy sigh.

"Madam." Grave suddenly, almost too grave as he holds up a hand. "Wine inspection, you know the drill don't even try to say you don't."