"I love you too, Lucy. Now just keep on relaxing. Things will be ok." She turned towards Baldur and sighed. "She'll be ok. But you really should have warned her. Even if she is old enough to drink it, you still shouldn't have let her do it without knowing. As for you having alcohol right now at all... We'll talk about that later. Alone." There was a promise there. A very worrying, threatening promise, but a promise.