Bee nodded. For once, she managed to be her normal self with Vogg and didn't open her mouth to try to help. She didn't know exactly how he felt. She'd never met a future daughter then lost her. But she did know how it felt to have someone you cared for leave without warning. She put her glass to her lips and drank until she needed to breathe. Her glass, when she lowered it, was almost empty. Once her lungs were full, she finished the cider and put the glass on the table with more force than she meant to use.
She looked at the big man next to her and reached down into her bag. She took out the cakes she'd made earlier and put them on the table. She leaned against Vogg, her head reaching his shoulder and waved down a server for two more and two shots of whiskey. She was going to help him do the Viking thing. When the new drinks arrived, she handed a shot to Vogg. "To them," she said. She knew she didn't need to list who she meant. She slammed her shot and chased it with her cider, shivering as the alcohol hit her empty stomach.
Bee looked again at the untouched food. "You should eat, duckie. I can't carry you anymore."