"Usually I drink wine," he says, scooping up the cups, "but you drink—whiskey?"

It's ninety percent rhetorical, not a wild guess. She said so over the crystals during the pin hunt. So unless she contradicts him, he's gone and back again within a few minutes, with two full cups in hand. Whiskey in both, for the sake of being companionable.

"I am kind of a lightweight," he confesses while he takes his seat. He will not be knocking this back in one go. Fortunately it's decent enough to sip. "And I didn't mean to ask you something difficult—why you came here. We can talk about something else, if you want."