Which Pepper would take, but with a knowing grin on her face. “Give me a second.” She made her way to the beverage table, getting a second cup. She poured some of the contents from the first into it—not much, mind. Less than half of what Kurt poured himself originally, and ideally, far too little for him to get drunk off of.

“There. Happy Thanksgiving.” She offered the cup with the lesser amount to him, willing to let him try it. “This is your limit though. You can figure out if you like it, but that’s it.”