"I do, but not sick in bed," Lily said, trying not to grin. She was still trying to look cross with him for coughing on her.
"What? Do you not like this?" Perhaps he wanted a beer. In her time, Albus was a few years younger and she didn't know his drink of choice. Clinking his drink, she took a long sip. She squeezed her eyes shut at the after burn, hoping he wouldn't notice her disgust at the drink.