Northstar Vale Laughter ain't always the best meds

The fae didn't realize her northern made little sense to him - she was well on her way to drunk and the old language made perfect sense to her. She only laughed at his confused question, phrased in Tsis, and shook her head - pointing at the bowl as she rolled onto her back, consumed by a fit of giggles. 

She tried to stifle her laughter, biting down on her tongue almost painfully as her ribs threatened to crack with the building pressure of withstrained mirth. 

The toss of her brother's head and his drunken stumbling over the praise of her brew sent her into new hysterics, just 'cause he was so damn funny when he drank. 

After several moments she managed to smother her laughter, regaining her breath shakily. 

The healer nodded as she sat up crookedly. "Yes," she enunciated in northern whole-heartedly. Yes, brilliant, everyone should have some.