"Mm." Dagny smiled. "Let's just say I was comfortably tipsy."
By the time Thad rejoined her, Dagny had shifted to a cross-legged position on the couch. She took the plates from him, adding the pastries to them. While she still wasn't sure what had prompted a good enough mood for Bash to show generosity like this, she couldn't complain and even hoped it would continue.
For some reason, it didn't come as a huge shock to hear that history. Dagny knew more about that era of British history than most of her peers at Ilvermorny precisely because her parents had settled in St Thomas to avoid the sort of people who had ended up in prison. Like Thad's grandparents, apparently.
"I think a lot of families have skeletons in the closet." She still thought it suspicious that her great-grandfather lived on an unplottable property in Brazil, but they never talked about that. "Don't worry about it. I think Bash is kinda impressed that you survived meeting ours."