Left over from opening day. Not exactly my usual style, but I figured it'd go with all the frills. Here, sit.
[ For all her protests about it not being her thing, she pops the cork without rocketing it across the room and foaming wine everywhere, but at least she fills the glasses rather than giving it a dinky sommelier pour. ]
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[ Aranea pushes lazily off her stool and ducks into the back room, emerging with a second stool for Corstine, two glasses, and - I am sorry to say - a chilled bottle of sparkling rosé. ]
Left over from opening day. Not exactly my usual style, but I figured it'd go with all the frills. Here, sit.
[ For all her protests about it not being her thing, she pops the cork without rocketing it across the room and foaming wine everywhere, but at least she fills the glasses rather than giving it a dinky sommelier pour. ]