Maggie folds herself into a chair. "Tea later, maybe. In the meantime, I would like to drink my feelings about being left behind again. ...If you're still sure you don't mind babysitting in case I wind up an angry drunk wolf. Or transform and start howling, or something. Not that that isn't a valid coping mechanism, but I'd prefer to do it in the Enclosure, or at least out on deck, like a considerate neighbor."