"My father is too busy training my brother to take over the vicarage," she said with a shrug and flagged down a serving wench, asking for two whiskeys because she was cold too. The meal would take a bite out of her purse but she would have had to eat anyways. "He said I was smart and would find my way in the world." The whiskey arrived and she, who had never drunk spirits before, stared at the small tumbler with the amber liquid in it. She took it and took a small sip and then gave a surprised cough as it burned her throat. It also tasted terrible. The look on her face was priceless.