That surprised a lightly laugh out of Prim, and she looked up at Peter. "I don't think I'll pass that message along, especially when he was trying to be helpful after I was put on the list of candidates for Minister." She shrugged and studied the pieces. "It's not his fault that I could not hold what amounted to, I believe, two fingers of whiskey."
She did not feel ashamed sharing that with Peter. He would not judge her as she feared (falsely) the others would. She needed to explore the reasons behind that. She had a lot of soul searching to do to figure out the withertos and whyfors. "I think that is what he wants to teach me, actually. How to know my limits." She put another piece into place. "I will go, though I have told him I do not wish to drink."