Smiling, she nodded, sitting up a little straighter to reach for the bag and tug it toward her. She could leave the other conversation for now, having said what she needed, knowing most things, if they were meant to, came naturally when they would and she was satisfied with that. "Somewhere in there, yeah," she said, rifling through the bag, past her wallet, the sweater, and other things she had in the various pockets, before she finally found the corkscrew near the bottom. Tucking her knees under her, she perched up higher, offering the corkscrew to Delta.

"I hope you like this," she said with a soft laugh. "I'd hate to have brought something you can't stand, but if you do hate it, don't drink it just for me." She imagined he might and she didn't want him to spend the evening doing something he didn't want to.