"If it does that, let me know. I'll want my share, in that case." Without further ado, Jack lead the way through the party---dodging dancers, winding around chairs and clusters of conversation, and stopping to snatch a cookie off someone's abandoned plate before reaching the drink table. There was a large bowl of rum punch there, which he happily availed himself of---making sure to add more rum to his goblet from a special flask he kept in his pocket.

"That's the wassail, there--" pointing to a steaming pot that contained a spicy delicious mulled cider. "But there's wine, too, and punch."