If the Frey Guild is gathered in one place, there’s only one thing to do.

Have a drinking party.

“Drink up! Chug, chug, chug, chug, chug!!”

“When are you going to stop dancing!”

“Sister, we don’t do that anymore these days.”

Sasha looked at me with an awkward expression.

“Really? You don’t?”

“No, we don’t.”

She looked hurt by my words and then hugged me.

“I guess my sister is getting old. Comfort me.”

“Don’t hug me; you smell like alcohol!”

“Wahhh! You’re so cold! So heartless!”

Sasha was causing a scene while hugging me. Sigh, how exhausting.

Is she …