"The day I found myself here." She'd thought of that day so often since, and the mess she'd been pulled from before she could clean it up. "Frederick and I... we parted badly. But there was a battle to be fought which he could not fight, and once we'd won – Freya, her sister, my sister, and I – although not without a cost, I tried to call him, to tell him I forgave him, but he didn't answer." The last time Joanna and Frederick had 'parted badly,' it was over four hundred years before she saw her son again. Now she was here, and she could not entirely shake the fear of the wait to come.

Pushing her own pain down deep, Joanna found a softer look for the poor boy slumped on the table. "You'd like Freya. Especially today. She loves being a bartender." And would likely have whipped up a potion-slash-cocktail to ease the ache of missing his twin on their birthday, if she'd been the one here instead of Joanna.