[ It's good, really, the Ancestor is blind. Because the look she's giving him. But they're in this together, and there's no one she trusts more to get them out of it. He's the one person she's always believed in, the only person she still does. Even when he's spouting questionable facts about wine that are only likely to convince a near senseless skeleton he actually knows anything on the subject. ]

I did know, in fact. Of course, I never thought to mention it because I didn't have any on hand. We wouldn't have wanted to disappoint Fred here, would we? [ It's ridiculous, completely absurd, but it's exhilarating, too. ]

I don't know, Sweetie, maybe I should taste it first. [ She dips her fingers into the bowl with a faint splash, allows a suitable pause while she dries them on her hip. It's ever so hard to tell if they're convincing the Ancestor of anything at all. ] I think you've outdone yourself.

What do you say, Fred, have a sip?