Murphy offers her a small smile when she passes him the glass of scotch. He looks down at the amber liquid. It's a warm hue, just like how his insides are going to feel when he takes a sip. That's why he likes whiskey, why he likes scotch because it warms you up.

"Other witches will fuck with your Yule log?" Murphy assumed the only witches here were Zelda and Sabrina. "Just dump some magic water on their Yule log."