"Drink up!" She grinned eagerly, "I'll read yours and prove my divination prowess. Who knows? Maybe we'll get a marriage prediction!" It was about time her brother was married. He was thirty-one for Merlin's sake, he ought to have taken a wife several years ago. Soon, he'd be subjected to the horrific rumors of being a confirmed bachelor. She wanted nieces and nephews! Fully human, normal ones, that she could publicly dote on and not worry about them wanting to suck the blood out of her son at the sight of a papercut or a scraped knee.