Tink laughed, lifting her drink as if in a toast. "I can absolutely get behind this plan. No liver poisoning. Perfect." She was excited to drink until she couldn't think straight anymore, then gorge on pizza (or something) and pass out on the sofa. That sounded like the best day ever--the best way to take her mind off her troubles. Thank God for Emma.
"You get used to the smell, right?" Not that Tink would know. She was sort of crap with animals. (No pun intended.) Tink was a Tinker Fairy, definitely not a Garden Fairy or an Animal Fairy. Or a Light Fairy. Or a Water Fairy. All of those experiments had ended poorly.