Bill stepped in quickly enough and tutted. He wasn't even halfway into the kitchen before he smelled the alcohol on her breath, working through her body and out her skin. He cursed his senses and huffed a sigh, "'Least you've taken my suggestion of food. C'mon, luv, into th'livin' room with you." He offered his arm, as well as a travel mug of coffee he'd picked up on his way.