When she returned, the old woman was giving Quanil a scolding about being careful, but they were standing well enough on their newly-healed ankle. They looked up and smiled at Miss Melita's return. "Okay, red wine for you, Miss Melita! Comin' right up!" They turned to examine the bar's offerings. "And, thank you. If I'd had my staff with me, I might have been able to defend myself better. Maybe. But as it was... well, thank you very much."
They found a very fancy bottle with what looked like red wine in it, picked a random glass, and filled it half full, the way they'd often seen Mr. Sunjata do with other drinks. They had no idea they were pouring port in a brandy snifter, and if you'd told them, they wouldn't have known why it mattered. They offered it to her with, of course, a smile. "I'll go hang the memorials, if you tell me where you want Mr. Adam's?"
They found a very fancy bottle with what looked like red wine in it, picked a random glass, and filled it half full, the way they'd often seen Mr. Sunjata do with other drinks. They had no idea they were pouring port in a brandy snifter, and if you'd told them, they wouldn't have known why it mattered. They offered it to her with, of course, a smile. "I'll go hang the memorials, if you tell me where you want Mr. Adam's?"
