It's a Hit...Sorta (Founders)

When everything Rowena said seemed to go over Helga's head, Godric knew that he was definitely going to be serving his knightly duties this evening. Though it was rare for them to be spent in Helga's direction, he was pleased that at least one of them had had a celebration. They all should have been so lucky as to stumble out of here as she would do.

When his friend made a toast, he considered her goblet. "Hold on, my friend. You need something in there or it'll be bad luck." Old superstition but with everything riding on this endeavor, they needed all the luck they could get. While Rowena would probably not be amused by him adding to Helga's misery tomorrow, Godric could take what she could give out.

Grabbing the wineskin, he filled Helga's cup about a quarter of the way and then filled his own. Lastly he stood to cross the room, grabbed Rowena's empty goblet and put enough in there to cover the bottom. Then he offered it to her so that they would all be drinking to good health. "To our first day and many better ones to come!" He agreed with his own goblet held up. It was all up to Rowena now...