The brandy burned warmth into her insides, a bit of focal certainty through the mild haze of her current rather-high state.  Minha closed her eyes, thinking through names-- the Karals were one of the houses of Lookshy (though they called them Gens, yes?)--and wound through to the conclusion.  She was a creature of restraint rather than impulse, which usually meant she was liable to avoid the kind of people who relished trouble... but in the middle of things, with tempers and energy as high as they were, certain allowances were best made.<br/><br/>"If there was a special occasion, this would be it," she allows with a genuine smile, topping the chalice off with another tilt of the bottle and passing it back.  "Spoils like this should be shared.  Who here would appreciate a vintage like this, though?..."