"Come on, everyone, drink up!" Zinnia hollered, bounding toward Lyra with a bottle in hand.
She threw her arms around her in a bear hug, rocking Lyra back and forth. "My love, I heard you've made a full recovery. No excuses this time—you're having a drink! Am I right, everyone?"
"That's right! Rear Admiral Shedd, our pride and joy!" someone chimed in, earning cheers from the group.
Lyra frowned slightly at the uproar, her composed demeanor unshaken.
Zinnia, as usual, paid her reaction no mind and instead grinned wider.
Mandy, typically the voice of reason, unexpectedly backed Zinnia this time. "Lyra, let them celebrate with you," she said gently.
With a faint sigh, Lyra relented. "Fine. Just one glass."
Zinnia's eyes sparkled as she quickly poured a small cup of fruit wine. "This one's sweet and barely alcoholic," she promised with a wink.
