A boy named Sous

Not yet she didn't being tipsy, and now edging toward as drunk second-hand as Priestly. But give her a few minutes, and that wouldn't be automatic repetition of something comforting that felt nice.

Dinah kept stroking his arm, peering at him worriedly, and a little more fuzzily, then beamed. "Good. I didn't want to say, but it freaked me out to see you in that. Like you weren't you. Anti-Priestly. I mean. There's limits, you know? Ties. Are one of them." She pouted a little, then grinned again, mood bubbling over to pleased. "So you're not going to be married to her any more? Yay! Kate and I don't have to hijack the show!"

Hmm. Wineglass over there. Oh, right. She TK'd it to herself, and took another sip, teetering slightly.