[Like Claire would deny anyone holding not one, but two bottles of alcohol. She follows him in, grabbing two glasses from a decanter set that came along with her from her old flat. Sure, they could just drink from the bottles, but god forbid one of the Starks come home and her respectable reputation is tarnished.]
I knew you were smart. [Putting it mildly. She's agreeing on all fronts, and touches his arm to guide him to the sofa.] And I'm glad you thought of me.
[Resident booze hound, Claire Fraser. Maybe not as much these days, but she still enjoys the occasional mouthful of alcohol to bury whatever it is she's feeling.]
Any more clever ideas? I've got food, if you're so inclined.
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I knew you were smart. [Putting it mildly. She's agreeing on all fronts, and touches his arm to guide him to the sofa.] And I'm glad you thought of me.
[Resident booze hound, Claire Fraser. Maybe not as much these days, but she still enjoys the occasional mouthful of alcohol to bury whatever it is she's feeling.]
Any more clever ideas? I've got food, if you're so inclined.