Kenya greatfully accepted a glass from Max. The liquor itself smelled like rocket fuel and reminded her of the horror stories her aunts had told about the Balkan wars.

She took Max by the hand and squeezed briefly, hopefully comforting the older man.

"My sole contribution was to make a basement slightly warmer and smell slightly better," she declared wryly. Ritual magic was rarely particularly useful on the fly. 

She tilted back her head and drank down the shot, its illusiary heat filling her body.

"We probably should check into the library when the cryomancy fades. I'd be interested to know where he got a copy of some..." She trailed off with a sigh as Baron took offense to Coal's comment.

"Must we?" She asked wearily. She couldn't claim she liked Coal or even disagreed with Barons comments but the constant rancor was wearing on her.

"Boys," she whispered dispairingly.