Lizette smiled and accepted the offered drink. It stung going down, but that was the beauty of it, Scots weren't too far from their irish cousins in the strength and enjoyment of their drinks. She smiled appreciatively and handed the drink over to Brietta's uncle. Next she tried the stew. Lifitng a spoonful of it up she cooled it a little before tasting it. "Oooh, this is really good," she said. Her eyes closed while she savored that first bite, the mix from the drink and the stew warmed her up pretty quickly.<br/><br/>Lizette laughed a little at Ian's joke about being told when he can't cook. It felt good to be in a warm home, sharing a warm meal with two other werewolves that were good natured. Slowly she ate her meal, and because she enjoyed her food so much she barely talked, only answering questions when they were directed at her.