That prune juice thing... might not get so mentioned any more, not now Sam's convinced his dad that it's actually quite nice, and he's quietly been experimenting with it in the study, as a bourbon mixer.

More curious than perturbed about the sudden noise... it's that kind of household. Phoenix wanders out to, firstly appreciate the effects - secondly, to realise Alec's totally locking the door.

"Balrog?" It's the first thing that comes to mind offhand.