Ginny managed to bark out something that sounded like a laugh. Almost. "You suggesting a drink then? It's not even the dinner hour."
The thought of drinking something with a bit of a kick was not entirely unpleasant. There was some halfway decent firewhiskey downstairs. Hell, it wasn't like she had any pressing social engagements to attend and if she ended up a little bit tipsy, people would overlook it on this day.
"Merlin, why the hell not?" She looked up at him. "We've some firewhiskey downstairs. Decent stuff. Bring it up and two glasses, why don't you?"