"We're causing a riot." Mostly a social one but sometimes it was just generalized rockstar craziness. "Mick's a good man."

Aarne waited for an answer and then patted his new companion's shoulder. "Family mead then, because you won't get it anywhere else."

It was strong for a mead; closer to a whiskey than the more common wine or beer strength. He turns on the camp stove to make some of the drip cake and then poured them both a glass of mead. "It has some bite."