Alice simply stared at Jack for a few moments, then shrugged and sighed, hesitantly raising her glass. What could a sip hurt? She wasn't about to get drunk, after all - she was hardly the type to go gadding about with a drink, and besides, she'd seen how some of the idiots in London had acted under the influence. But her madness had helped Alice work through a lot of her grief, and led her to discover her own inner strength.

On the other hand, it was a large part of why her life had gone to utter hell once her parents had died. Nevertheless, she supposed just one sip couldn't do any harm.