Rather uncharacteristically, Phryne found herself uncertain of what to say, or, at very least, how to begin. Pouring wine into glasses at least gave her something to do for a moment, a means to compose herself.
"I'm hardly the bartender that Mr. B is," she offered lightly, but with a tension that kept it from lifting the mood. "So we'll have to make do with wine." Uncertainty aside, she had the presence of mind to return with the bottle as well as the two glasses, so neither of them would need make the trip again.
And, then, as she sat, words came to her. "Shall we toast first, to make talking easier, or talk first to have a reason to toast?" She had determined there was no reason not to be optimistic. He had come, and he'd certainly seemed pleased to see her from the door.
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Date: 2017-02-20 01:25 am (UTC)"I'm hardly the bartender that Mr. B is," she offered lightly, but with a tension that kept it from lifting the mood. "So we'll have to make do with wine." Uncertainty aside, she had the presence of mind to return with the bottle as well as the two glasses, so neither of them would need make the trip again.
And, then, as she sat, words came to her. "Shall we toast first, to make talking easier, or talk first to have a reason to toast?" She had determined there was no reason not to be optimistic. He had come, and he'd certainly seemed pleased to see her from the door.