Wrinkling her nose at Mr. Rosier's answer, Febby rather thought it did sound gross. Gin was one of those liquors she'd only tried once before and it had been absolutely terrible. Who made booze from poisonous berries anyway? She chuckled as he set the offending drink on a passing tray. "Oh yes, I think I can stand to pass on that- and the dance if you don't mind." The following smile was nothing but charming  however, to signal she didn't mean anything by it.

"A brandy, whiskey, I think I could even go for a scotch at this point. Anything stronger than that champagne." Febs admitted with a little quirk of her eyebrow, setting her own empty flute on a nearby table. She was trying to behave herself, knowing Edric was lurking somewhere, but she wasn't going to stop being herself simply because he was around. Flirting was something that came a little too naturally to her, even when she as being particularly mindful of it. Then again, the last thing she would want to do was have anybody get their knickers in a twist or have Mr. Rosier hear about it later somehow.

Honestly though, Febs was not above using a little light, feminine manipulation to get what she wanted. "Have you some secret inside knowledge you'd be willing to share?" She whispered conspiratorially, leaning toward him ever-so-slightly.