It took Jasmine, who had plenty of theory but little practice in mothering, some fifteen minutes to restore order, first to ascertain that there was no serious and life-threatening damage to Little Levy's head, just an egg-like bump on the back where it had hit the—thank goodness—thickly carpeted floor, then to calm the obviously traumatised Miney Moe, witness to the fall and frightened by her big brother's howl of pain, and Jasmine had cherished memories of her grandmother placing a dummy, dipped in a glass of whisky and water, in her mouth at times of anguish—and a large measure of Laphraoigh, sans water, still did the trick for her—and was delighted that it worked as a pacifier with the baby, so that she could then make a more detailed assessment of Levy's mental state, so she told him an address which she would ask him later to repeat back to her, "and what's today's date?" she asked, "28th June, 2020," he replied, "who is the Prime Minister?" got, "the bumptious Old Man who lives in a shoe, and has so many children he doesn't know what to do with them, or even remember all their names and birthdays, and Scotland's First Minister is Ginger Goldfish, and she's better," which made Jasmine grin, although it may not have been a literally correct answer to the precise question, for a onager—a child whose age is reckoned in single digits—it was pretty good, then wondered if he knew of any synonyms for argot, and he said, "slang or cant are my favourites, I'm reading Rilla's copy of Eric Partridge's Smaller Slang Dictionary at the moment and I've asked for his fuller, Dictionary of Slang and Unconventional English, for my birthday, Abe Books have a first edition, but I wonder if a later one would have more on Polari, I'd really like to learn that, it's so funny," which was when Jasmine asked him if he shared fifteen pennies with two friends, how much would each have, and he looked scornfully at her, "not enough, Auntie Jasmine, what can you get for five pence? maybe when you were my age it would have paid for a night at the pictures - did they have talkies then?" with a fly wink, "then a discotheque, a few drinks at the bar, maybe a bag of fish and chips and the bus home, or even a tramcar, and change left over for a packet of fags and poke of peppermints on the way to school in the morning," and she pulled a look of outrage, "at your age, Levy? I'll have you know I didn't start smoking till I was six!" and then asked him for the ironclad certifier that he was not brain-damaged: "that address please?" and he recited, "17 Drumsheugh Gardens, Auchenshoogle, Clackmannanshire, are you satisfied I'm not suffering from a bleed on the brain or early-onset dementia?" and when Jasmine confirmed that he was fine, he said: "can we no celebrate? ye gied Miney Moe a poteen dummy, we baith got a fricht tae, so hoo's aboot a wee drap o the pure fer us anes tae?" and checking her watch to be sure that it would be about half-an-hour before either Rilla's alarm would wake her or Rary returned, she pulled out her silver hip-flask and gave Levy a single measure, taking a swig from the neck herself.