[If he didn't want to sit with her, that was okay. And it was facing her so good enough. She took a few moments to smell the wine, taking in a slow breath.]

There might be some in the Lounge, if we're lucky.

[She leans against the couch cushions closing her eyes.]

I'll have to try them. Maybe bring some over so we can compare notes? See if they need the gin. Because I want to make a huge batch.

Maybe we can stick some in the freezer. Cheer up emergencies.