Balance. She had balance, didn't she? Well, perhaps not this moment with a glass of whiskey on an empty stomach (she just remembered she hadn't had any dinner after her shift), but she would remember that for their lesson sometime in the future. Perhaps she would be in a better mood then, but there was no promising such things. Not when her job was to deal in chaos and make sense of the broken pieces it left. And perhaps flying would prove to be rather freeing. At the moment, Maple enjoyed nothing more than to transform into her animagus form and take off for a run. It cleared her head in ways that she never thought possible before. It could very well be that flying would be the same.

She watched him walk over to her with a peculiar look in his eye, and she tilted her head in curiosity as a response. "Oh!" Flying, now? The mediwitch quickly glanced outside - aside from being dark, she did remember that the night's air wasn't too cold due to the remaining summer heat. Turning back to look at Dory, her lips quirked up in a small smile. "Well, alright," She gave in eventually, moving past him and picking up her glass once more to down the rest of its contents. They called drinks of this sort liquid courage, didn't they? Not that it could hold a candle to liquid luck, but it served its purpose, and Mabel turned back to Dory, a renewed vigor in her step. "Let's try it."

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