"I don't think you have to worry about that. I think Uncle Qrow drinks enough for the lot of us. Besides, it tastes gross anyways." Seriously, How could people even stand that stuff? Ruby shuddered at the thought of having to drink it ever again.

She clutches the handkerchief briefly. It had been well over a month now since she had last seen Weiss. It was refreshing to have some more familiar faces around.

"So is this anything like the fancy parties you had back home? Or are those even worse?" She doesn't like any sort of fancy party.