"Gonna have to start handling shit soon, aren't I?" Zack sits back in his seat, assessing himself some. He doesn't mean to be self-absorbed, but everything feels that bit different. He feels lighter. Scared shitless in some ways, not least the purple fit Abe's gonna throw when he finds out.

The rat brings over the replacement water and cider. Zack gives it a nod.

"Table got knocked so I got you another drink," he explains to Alec. "Maybe next time, I can buy you a meal, for change." It sounds like a nice thing to do. If he ever sees the light of day again. oddly though, Zack doesn't feel quite as intimidated by his brother. He wonders if the magic had something to do with that too. Although the kind of punishments one gets in any hell realm tend to inspire dread.