"Rhys' handiwork. You'll meet him sooner or later." Maybe even tonight, if the hedge witch wasn't otherwise occupied. They could turn this into a legitimate party.

Eliot went straight to one of the cabinets in his kitchen and opened it up, revealing an impressive collection of liquor and wine bottles. He plucked out a couple at random — one generic whiskey, one single-malt scotch. He brought them back over to Penny, along with the little baggie of pills. Penny could take whichever bottle he pleased.

"Bottoms up." Whichever bottle Eliot was left with, he'd use it to give Penny a toast before washing down a tab of E.