Eliza takes the glass graciously, popping the cork on her wine and letting sanguine fluid poor into the glass until the halfway point. At which point she corks the bottle and swirls the context of the glass, a slightly metallic scent wafts into the air and she takes a slight sniff of it. "Good vintage, nineteen twenty nine." she muses aloud before taking one long and slow sip. It could be a trick of the lighting, but anyone who bothered to look would swear she had bags under her eyes just moments ago. But there was nothing there to be seen.
Fumizuki could feel her hair stand on end when she glanced in Eliza's direction, causing her to let out a squeak of alarm and hide behind Dax. "Pwotect me fwom the scawwy lady, Auntie Dax."
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