"You look fine," Neville assured him. "And you can never have too much alcohol at a party. Thank you." He took the bottle from Faelan and examined the label. "My Gran will definitely be happy you brought this round. She loves brandy. Shall we crack this open, or do you want something a bit lighter to start with? We've got food as well."
Neville grinned at Faelan. "But first you've got to come and say hello to the twins. They'll have to go up to bed soon, but they've been as good as gold. The party doesn't seem to have thrown them at all. Then again, they're both pretty good at blocking out stuff that doesn't interest them."
He led Faelan over to the magical playpen. Luna and he had been keeping an eye on them, but the twins didn't seem all that phased by what was going on. Neither did they look at all sleepy, and Neville predicted a difficult night ahead. For now though, he distracted the children from their toys. "Look who's here, Petal," he crooned to Nimue in particular, as the girl had seemed to take a shine to Faelan at the young man's birthday party.