(Bless him. She takes the glass gratefully, and has to resist the urge to pour herself a glass right to the brim. It's probably sad that she's more comfortable with a glass of wine in her hands, but she's examine that later.)
Oh, that's sweet. (She smiles briefly, and raises her glass to her lips.) When do I get to meet him anyway?
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Oh, that's sweet. (She smiles briefly, and raises her glass to her lips.) When do I get to meet him anyway?