Rumour spreads quickly in the Village. As Peter went to his room, Jenny must have asked him about the events in the pub. Jenny in turn related them to Brook, who must have told Harry and he couldn't help to chuckle as Tanya came home from work.

" What?"
" Nothing. I just heard you made yourself a friend tonight."
" So you have heard it already. Jenny I guess?"
Harry nodded.
" I'm sure she made a juicy story out of it."
" Not realy. I only heard that you gave this Anderson guy a free pint, and that his sister wasn't too happy about it."
" The guy is seventeen. How old should he be? Seventy?"
" Is she pretty?"
" Who?"
" Kirsten Anderson."
" She's tall and she's blonde."
" And…?"
" And pretending she's Britney Spears."
" You are jealous!"
" Am not! Why would I be jealous of a dumb Abba-clone?"
" Why would you give her brother a free pint?"
" Because a guy his age should decide for himself whether he wants a drink or not. Oh and I didn't give him just one pint."

Meanwhile, Kirsten opened the front door of Rose Cottage and turned on the light.
" Be quiet and go straight to your bed", she whispered.
" Quiet?!", he said, deliberately raising his voice.
" Sssssh! You should be glad they're sleeping already. Or do you want them to see you as you are now?"
" Nothing wrong with me. Don't be such a sissy, sis."
She guided him to his new bedroom and, stumbeling over the boxes, which were still packed, she led him to his unmade bed.
" I'll get a bucket from the bathroom."
" A bucket? What would you need a bucket for?"
" You can find out for yourself tomorrow morning."
" You think I'm drunk eh? Pretty awesome."
" I wonder how 'awesome' you think it is when you wake up."

She went to the bathroom and searched for the bucket. Quietly! Why did they make these things of iron? Too late she noticed the broom which had been kept in place by the heavy bucket. A loud bang resounded through the house as it fell down. Lights were switched on and a moment later she was staring at her father's face. It seemed he had grasped the situation in an instant. 

" You didn't let him drink, did you?"
" He's seventeen, dad. He's not a little kid anymore."
" Right, and next time you're going to take Ida to the pub I guess?"
" Ida is fourteen, Markus is seventeen, that's a huge difference."
" It's irresponsible. No alcohol before he's eighteen we said."
" Tell that to the bar-maid."
" Excuse me?"
" She gave him a free pint, and another and another, and he wouldn't listen."
" You could have come home."
" And leave him there with that, that…"
" Allright, we'll talk about this tomorrow. And I'm also going to have a little chat with the owner of that bar."