Basil was in a proper mood, which Morgan found both intriguing and somewhat worrying. It wasn't like Basil to be unnecessarily pessimistic, in his experience, though he could be a bit of a worrier on occasion. It also wasn't like him to show up to a party already drunk. Having fun was one thing, but neither of them had ever been the sort to openly flaunt what was considered proper. Mostly for their family's sakes, probably — neither of their fathers would have put up with that sort of thing, to say nothing of how mothers might react. Morgan at least had the benefit of not having an older brother who was quite so disapproving as Basil's often was, but that didn't lessen the pressure to perform that much.
"I'm sure the whole year hasn't been so bad," he teased gently as they slipped into the back garden. This was the corner of the house closest to the kitchen and the scent of something wonderful drifted out through the nearest window. Morgan regretted having only brought a drink with him outside; he'd hardly had anything to eat all night, and by the looks of it Basil also could have used something else in his stomach at the moment to soak up some of the alcohol. "But tell me about it. What's gotten you in such a tizz?"
"I'm sure the whole year hasn't been so bad," he teased gently as they slipped into the back garden. This was the corner of the house closest to the kitchen and the scent of something wonderful drifted out through the nearest window. Morgan regretted having only brought a drink with him outside; he'd hardly had anything to eat all night, and by the looks of it Basil also could have used something else in his stomach at the moment to soak up some of the alcohol. "But tell me about it. What's gotten you in such a tizz?"
