Blake came home to the little apartment they shared as a makeshift family inside the castle after his last class and student meeting ended. He was exhausted and his leg ached as it always did at the end of a long day of standing. Blake could ignore it for so long, but in the privacy of his own living quarters, he let himself go easier on it, limping into the main area to drop his things on the coffee table.
Student papers spilled out of one of the folders and he muttered and left them there, making for the kitchen without noticing that the place was exceptionally clean and smelled like a freshly prepared meal.
He spotted Wendy at the table in the kitchen area and gave only a grunt of acknowledgement before finding the whiskey in the pantry, glass on the shelf, and poured himself a drink. After the first shot went down, Blake winced and braced himself against the counter with two hands, letting it do its work to ease the ache in his leg.
Only then did he realize the preparation around him. He glanced around curiously and looked to Wendy. "What's all this?" he asked in a rough voice.