Blake waited. It was strange for Wendy to prepare dinner for them, and Blake's first thought was that he was trying to poison him. It was dismissed easily enough, though it was natural for the retired slayer to think it. No, there was something Wendy wanted from him, and this was an attempt to butter him up.
Fortunately, Blake did not have to wait too long before Wendy made his wishes clear.
"You're grounded." Blake poured another small glass of whiskey, glancing up at Wendy. He took the glass back and drained it, not wincing this time.