[An indulgent smile follows his introductory comment as Evelyn slides the bottle in his direction, folding her arms and resting her elbows on the table.]
No old riddles, sadly. It's one of my brother's favourite brands.
[She nods at the top, cork still firmly in place. Dean has the honours.]
no subject
No old riddles, sadly. It's one of my brother's favourite brands.
[She nods at the top, cork still firmly in place. Dean has the honours.]
He has...expensive taste.