"Eggnog incident?" Verity asked, though she did accept the invitation to come inside. "Wait, are you saying your pipes are filled with absinthe?"

Which made the 'eggnog incident' even worse to contemplate. It was bad enough she smelled like a gin distillery mixed with lime. The idea of smelling like eggnog was a hundred times worse.

"...How the hell did that much absinthe get into the plumbing?"

Poor, precious lamb. So new!