As soon as Ignis got close, Alcuin put a hand on his arm to orient him, and then handed him one of the daiquiris. Strawberries, ice, and rum, blended. That kind of recipe Alcuin could handle now.

"It's nice to see you, Ignis," Alcuin said.

He'd been for a dip in the pool, and was still wearing swim trunks, his skin and hair slightly damp.