Anna and Hans
Well, if the pert bunny nose was crinkling because of strawberry champagne, he better up the ante on the girly drinks that didn't taste like they had alcohol in them. Even so, Hans felt like he needed to brush his teeth with a bottle of Jack to get the taste of fruity fluff from his mouth. "Yes, cider," he chuckled, and Anna could stick with her one champagne flute to make her tipsy. "A requirement on New Years."
He sipped from his own glass, eyebrows raising. "Waterbed laws? That's weird. But I'm sure you can test out a few others, and find one you'll like." It was her who'd be fully luxuriating in the new bed after all; for him, it was just a side luxury. "We can go on the weekend, maybe?"
There wasn't anything going on for him. Free as a bird, besides private lessons here and there.