Geneva was glad to hear that things were coming along well for Andrea Newton. She had struck the Savant as a kind, friendly creature and Geneva had had no doubt that she would fit in well with the rest of the pack. For the most part, the Valley pack kept to itself. Things were peaceful, which was something that the woman treasured immensely. The quiet did not hold any forboding, at least in Geneva's mind. She wasn't waiting for the other foot to fall. The lime eyed Savant expected this peacefulness to last for a while; at least, she hoped that it would last.
"It is interesting stuff," the woman agreed. Since Andrea identified the liquid within the bottle, Geneva assumed that the Genus also knew the properties of the liquid. Thus, she did not feel the need to caution her about the headache that could come the morning after a night of drinking. Geneva thought that she would be responsible and moderate herself, but once the whiskey was flowing, she would probably lose a little bit of control.
Normally, Geneva fought so hard to keep all of the things around her under her control. Being out of control was something that she seriously feared. However, there were times when she needed to let go a little, if only for her own sake. She was usually so tightly reined in that when she let herself go, she often surprised herself with how comfortable she was in a free flowing environment. Stepping outside of her comfort zone had never really been easy for the soft spoken woman, but she was able to with a little bit of help. A little bit of liquid courage usually served her to that end quite nicely.
She opened the bottle with a little bit of difficulty, struggling with it. Then she offered it to the blue eyed woman. "The taste might be surprising," Geneva warned her. She remembered that she had nearly spat out the first swig she had taken of alcohol. But she had grimaced through each new taste and tested her limits. "Jefferson is probably out patrolling; that is usually what he's doing at this hour," Geneva said. The leaders often patrolled the borders at different times of the day. Geneva had done so early this morning, and then had returned to tend livestock. She usually crossed paths with Jefferson around midday, but she had not seen him today. But that was not out of the ordinary at all. "Tell me who you've met so far."