"Well, if anything comes out funny, you can always say 'that's how we do it at home' and no one will be the wiser," Cayce said, smiling. "I'm glad he was willing to help, anyway. Wonder what he'll show up with." Crowley wouldn't be too cheery about the Doctor showing up, but ... oh well, it was an open invitation, and everyone could just deal. (Cayce had reached that point that all party organizers achieve at some point in the evening, where one decides that as long as no brawls are breaking out and no one is vomiting in the punchbowl, it's all good.)

"Oh, by the way," she added, holding up her glass, "you and John have competition in the homebrew business. This here is genuine pirate rum, distilled by a real pirate." Well, real enough, anyway.