Estella wrinkled her nose and pursed her lips. Freddy always put too much bitters in his beer. She’d try a different beer, maybe some of Gaffer Gamgee’s brew.
She weaved her way through the gathering celebrating the New Year, heading towards the ale casks to get a new mug. She didn’t make it. She was stopped by small hands tugging at her skirt. She looked down. Her sons and Fari were looking up at her, looking a bit guilty about something.
“What did you three do now?” she sighed, setting aside her mug. Being a mother took priority over beer.