"Oooh. I'd better not step on your feet when we go dancing then." Because this is your punishment for being friends with Wrath, North. You will get taken out dancing whether you like it or not. And you will discover that she is enthusiastic but absolutely terrible at it.

She laughs. "But if Whiskey doesn't have anything to bitch about, he'll lose the source of his power! I'm just trying to help." Yep, totally.

Milk... Milk sounds good with a danish, for sure. But stomach cramps. She licks her lips. "Juice first," she says firmly. "And if I... If I don't get sick then definitely milk. With the danish." She grins. "Thank you. You didn't have to."