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It's delicious and sweet. It just needs a little sugar and is perfect. It's good with milk as well. [ Which prompts her to add that milk ] I haven't wished up any but it seems like a silly thing to ask for.

Does it? Because it's small?

Well sort of. More because it's something so... easily used up. I guess I put more weight into wishing than I should. There's bigger things I'd wish for.

Look here.

[Alfie opens the door of a little wine cabinet set into the counter, showing her that it's filled with bottles.]

If we run out - if we use them all up - the cabinet makes more.

... Really? Is it-- magic?

I don't know what else I'd call it.

Amazing... did you wish for it like that? So it would never run out?

Yeah. I made it for Royce; it's wine from his world.

That's sweet. Something of home that will never run out. [ She runs her hand along a bottle and steps back ]

Mm. Would you like a glass? It's not bad, as wine goes.

[Alfie isn't a big drink of it, himself.]

I don't think it would go well the tea. Or the bread. [ She gestures at them ] Another time? I bet they're lovely. I think Royce and I have pretty similar tastes. Or at least we were drinking the same thing at John's party.

Did you talk, then?

[He closes the wine cabinet, turning back to the tea and pouring himself a cup.]

A little. It was dark and hard to see to read his lips. [She sighs ] And I was a little tipsy. I might have laughed at him a bit. He jumped like a cat when the fireworks went off.

Ah. Was he offended, then?

I don't think so. He was more thrown by the my cat puns. They get worse when I'm drinking. Or sleepy for that matter.

You always talk like you can't control them.

I can but it's a habit. You know how those are. And having less inhibition means a little less keeping them in check.

Well, all right; fair enough, fair enough. I've been known to talk a bit more like a London man when I'm drunk.

I don't even know what that means. [ She shrugs ] But alcohol has plenty of odd effects.

It means you wouldn't have the slightest idea of what I was saying. Not in the least.

I'd make you write. [Teasing grin] Wouldn't do to not understand you.

You wouldn't understand it written, either. You'd know the words, but not what they meant.

You realize this just makes me curious what you mean right?

We've got this rhyming thing that we do, right. Kids made it up ages ago. Replace one word with two words and make the second of 'em rhyme, then drop the word that rhymes. You've got your "wife", which is your "trouble and strife", but you just call her your "trouble". See how that goes?

Sounds like the most ridiculous inside joke ever. Also I still don't understand men who Marti women and then complain. Don't marry someone you don't love.

[Easily distracted]

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