Frankly, Rhonda couldn't have cared less about Muggle drugs, or the laws against them, because she was after all, a witch - and thus it was that even if she did know the fact that Cleo had been high when she'd come to the island, well - she wouldn't have given two figs about it, after all! Indeed, she was really looking forward to this party - why, she'd even gone to Sookie's and picked up dozen chocolate chocolate-chip cookies, along with a twelve-pack (or... two six-packs, rather!) of bottled mint juleps, just to be a little bit more festive than the dark brown cookies could supply, even with the sprinkles Sookie had added to the Christmas-y batches...!
There was something almost magical about this holiday- in the same almost way that she considered herself to be magical - and the way she could imagine most all people - even Enemies - coming together, over a nice stew or some such.... Oh dear... She did hope that Cleo was planning to feed them some dinner before the desserts that she'd brought along; otherwise there would be Consequences with Bumby, and the idea of him being up at all hours on a sugar high, was not something she relished at all, as much as she adored the boy...! Indeed, there was something to be said for having protein with the whole of desserts - like perhaps a cheesecake....
At any rate, the woman and the boy knocked upon the door - the boy first of course, given that he'd run ahead of Rhonda and knocked upon the door, with great enthusiasm, of course; he loved the idea of a good Christmas party: after all, he'd been left behind with the cat right up until last year's celebrations of the winter holiday... A fact which Rhonda was utterly horrified to hear, of course, and she vowed to talk to Ernest about this "fun" little story, when they both were home again! At the very least, she hoped that Bumby was old enough to think of him as an "almost-adult" and thus- not someone to be excluded from any parties - even Boozy ones, as this one had promised to be...