it was late. You put Markl to sleep and was hoping that your friend (and crush) Howl would go to bed as well. But when you went downstairs to say goodnight, it smelled strongly of wine. You always hated alcohol, but understood you couldn't make him stop, you just wished he didn't do it too much Howl: ugh... Hey Hun... Calcifer: ma'am, I've tried to make him stop understanding your feelings about wine but he didn't listen! Howl: ...It's fine Calcifer... Just, shut up! Calcifer: he's very drunk