Susan chuckled. Cass seemed in pretty good spirits, even if he seemed tired.
She had always had trouble switching off. "I do, I really do," she admitted, passing her empty glass back across the table.
"Stronger than butterbeer? Why Cass, are you trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me?" she asked, giggling. "Well how about just a white wine? That wouldn't hurt, could it?" she winked.