You tell your friends that the night is still young, and that you should save some mead for later.

Moonflower and Windcaller agree. On your way outside, the light rain grows heavier. You make your way back into the house, and put your mugs away. After drying yourselves off, you reclaim your seats on the carpet.

Moonflower: "So wet! It never rains like this when you live in a cave."

Windcaller: "It... could be arranged. If you have the bits, the ponies at the sawmill can customize your house. They... also sell furniture."

The clock on the wall indicates five o'clock.