Freyr, then Shiri
Jarrod gave the only mortal a subtle nod as he placed his own arm around his own muse. Yup. Sisters. And as their men, they were here to be leaned against.
Shiri drank from her glass, but was careful not to drink too much. Her tolerance to alcohol wasn't as it used to be in the old days; she knew she was a light weight and knew she had to nurse the drink for a bit. But she smiled as she rested her head against Adam's shoulder. Val did pick good wine though. It was sweet to the taste. "Do we know when Melly is supposed to come by?"