"You'd better be," Gracia responded.
Taking on a lighter expression, she went to her desk and opened a drawer. "Now that that's out of the way, on to the socializing." She got out three glasses and a bottle of rum. "I was saving this for a special occasion. I think this qualifies, don't you?"
Thrax grinned. "Oh, definitely. Of course, if I had that I'd have drank it already."
Gracia laughed. "I think we're all well aware of your longstanding feud with impulse control."