Cuddy noticed the bottles moving as she made her way over. A small reminder of how powerful House's grandson was. And a reminder that while she had recently gained an older version of her daughters, others had experienced losses. There was a little tinge of guilt that she forced to the back of her mind. This was supposed to be a fun night. Might be just what they and the new arrival needed.
"You can just call me Cuddy. Your grandfather always did." Cuddy told Greg. "Are there any mojitos here? Or enough rum for me to make one?"