"Cheers, Miguel. Look, I'll have some too." Tugger took a bottle that had nothing but liquor in it. He didn't need another lecture from Munkustrap, just because he was feeling adventurous. "It shouldn't be horns this time," he promised, not that he was entirely certain. Peter was the potion expert and that was a worrying thought in and on itself.

"You won't make it to dinner again," Joaquin predicted, dropping all pretence and just outright staring at Miguel now. There was a certain morbid curiosity.

"Bottom's up."