"I'm glad to hear that," CeCe said before lifting her glass, paying a silent salute to Alcohol and taking a sip of her Fox and Hounds. She studied Desmond affectionately, absently noting how he'd drawn closer. He really was a dear, and so attentive. But...
"She didn't tell you what happened?" CeCe's brow furrowed in concern. She'd assumed that the two of them were closer than that, considering the way which Mona trusted Des to handle her business in a way which the goddess would not grant to any other.