Bee heard the small glass break behind them and let out a breathy laugh. She looked into the depths of her glass and sighed. She knew he would be okay wherever he ended up when they left the pub, but she didn't like the thought of him being blind drunk in the cold. She made a mental note to send a message to Godric of the Duke. They could make sure Voggy got somewhere worm.
"I always worry about you. I have since you were this big." She held her hand at her shoulder height. "I still see you at seven when I look at you, duckie, and I care. So I worry." She waved for more before slowly finishing her second pint. "But okay. If you promise not to freeze to death, I'll try not to worry."