"All we need is some lovely warm holiday drink to make it an official snowed-in evening," Edward smiled.
"I think I could oblige you," Angus said. He cleaned the fireplace poker and then rested it in the fire to heat, and while it was heating, he got out some extra large, heavy pottery mugs, and he poured room temperature stout into them and then mixed a biit of gin, and a couple tablespoons of treacle syrup into the stout and used an enchantment to stir them. Then, when they were all mixed, he brought the red hot poker over and put it into the first mug. Flame shot out of the mug, making an impressive display, as the smell of the stout and the treacle drifted through the air.
"Oh, now you're showing off, aren't you?" Marcus asked, actually impressed.
"Well, that's how it was done in Victorian times," Angus said. "Some things are worth bringing back once in awhile." Angus took the first mug, still spouting some flame and set it in front of Edward.
"What's it called?" Edward asked.
"Well, the name does it no justice, but it goes back to Charles Dickens' book The Pickwick Papers, and its called a Dog's Nose, of all things. The drink was very popular for a time, or so I've read." He made more of the drinks, heating the poker up between the drinks, and passed them around.
"This is very nice," Edward said, sipping his drink. "Well, now it feels like a real snowbound evening."
"Glad to oblige," Angus said.
"Your brother," Kate said to Jack, "is an egotistical, greedy bastard with no cheese on his cracker at all." She smiled when he said he liked talking with her. "I like talking with you too, Jack. Do check the windows to make sure that all the glass is enchanted against wind damage, won't you? I can't honestly remember if we ever got to all the windows with that."