"Sure!" She grabbed one of the pitchers and woozily managed to bring it to his cup and poured without spilling any. She beamed, ecstatic that she'd managed the task without spilling over either of them.

But then of course she went to pour her own cup and slopped cider down the front of her dress. "Oh shitty wok," she said and then giggled at how ridiculous that sounded. She didn't have her wand on her so she turned to him hopefully. "Do you know a clean spell to fix me up? I didn't bring my wand."