Bryn and Edward
Oh, that was the ticket. She didn't know how they did it, and she could swear they didn't have any magical powers, but they both could take the edge off of whatever emotion was trying to wrap it's talons around her and suck her in, like they imbued with magic. She felt like a content cat, even though she did have the shadow of sorrow hanging about. She snuggled her cheek into his shoulder just a bit.
"Yes. Not only is it delicious, but has been known as the best way to drown your sorrows, without having a hangover the next day, for a few decades. Though this might give a bit of a buzz." Bryn lifted her spoon and used it to point at her bowl. "I was a little heavy handed on the rum. Would you like a taste? It's called Butter Pecan." A little advanced for a first tasting, but she didn't see any harm in it.