Dee, of course, knows the child- er... no, she can still call her a child, she's all of, what, 13? Was she ever that young once? Bah, she's young still. Far from an old goat!
Marigold had bragged of Nadeen's success with the Togail for this girl. Though there were some slight missteps (a particularly astringent soup suspected of being poison rather than fermented, and only a sluagh really knows what the PROPER clotting is for cream before it becomes a spread and not fit for tea), most of the attendees were forced to admit, even reluctantly, that the ocassion as, after all, "Proper", even if 'hosted' by a Varich. Lizbet herself was complimented on her bravery, though some called it foolishness.
In any case, the new Wilder came into the next stage in her life, a step closer to coveted crone-hood.