She sits cross-legged, taking the wine bottle first to investigate - she hasn't ever actually had fae wine, and curiosity as much as the knowledge she's allowed a glass of this if it's available makes her hand it back to him and hold out the empty glass. “A little bit,” she says, “but not other wines, they're- too much.”

...as he's seen, previously, which is a good argument for most forms of alcohol probably not actually being something she should indulge whether she's knocked up at the time or not, but adopting moderation as watchword is a pretty recent development and one she's still navigating with care.

“I told Deacon, best not find out what FAS looks like in fairies.” And then he'd made her a Shirley Temple in a vampire bar, because that's just the life she's living any more.