As handsome as a stallion in on the Western front! But better smelling. [She's quick to make a grab for the goods. His grin broadens and he'll press the bottle into her groping hand.]

Oh it is. Pop it open, get a whiff of the nose on that Shiraz. I hope you like reds, I like a heartier vino myself. I brought glasses, too.

[He'll pull off and hand her one once she's worked the bottle open.] It's about a fraction of a consolation prize, but I figured if anyone could use a sound drink after eight hundred years of coaching service, it's you. Let's drink up, Sandy.