I swear, I swear that I'm a good kid, Guess I'm good for nothing at all

Modesty took a moment to consider the cat that began to wind between her legs, meowing insistently. Her head canted for a moment and then she grabbed her small pouch of herbs, a unique blend of fungi, lavender and valerian that did a wonderful job of taking the edge off when needed. She gathered a small bowl and filled it with fresh water, and two cups, if it was just going to be the two of them. It was long overdue that they spent time together, just the two of them. She was sure all the uncertainty had her daughter in a spin.

She could see the flames dancing as she made her way to the beach. She took a moment to set her bowl in the coals to heat the water and dumped in her little satchel of herbs. She offered Flurry a smile, and a kiss to the top of her head before settling herself by the fire, arching a brow at the bottle already clutched in the girl's paws. “This'll spare you the hangover tomorrow, if you'd like to give it a try... It can be an... enlightening experience, as long as you don't overindulge.” The latter was delivered with a pinch between her brows like she was remembering something unpleasant.

She wouldn't force any conversation if the girl didn't want it. Flurry would stew in it or spit it out. Her mother wouldn't pressure her one way or another. It was a pleasant enough evening to take their time.

“Speech.”