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“Huh, the most tasty of the two?” You answer. As long as it’s not the Magnum Melbourne crap your dad loved, you’ll be fine. You knew this moment would arrive 18 years ago, you’re going to power through the taste to get used to it! Last time you drank anything like it, well, it wasn’t great.
“Wine.” Wilma lets you know with a smile on her face. It’s her preference. Since it’s your celebration, she goes ahead and asks for a bottle or two. “Edony will bring us a couple of bottles.”
“Couple?” Matilda raises an eyebrow.
“What? Are you scared?” You tease.
“Nonsense.” Matilda shakes her head.
“...I don’t think you’re being honest here, so no wine for you, miss.” You adjust your glasses.
“Hilarious.” Matilda isn’t laughing. She’s going to drink whether you want it or not. What a delinquent.
The door is knocked. As the responsible adult, Wilma is the one who takes care of the situation with the innkeeper.
“Just one explanation will suffice! Anything to quench my curiosity ever so slightly!” Edony stops the door from closing.
“I-I’m sorry, Edony, but you will have to stay thirsty. I’m winding down and ready to relax for the rest of the night!” Wilma wants to close the door after receiving a tray with the wine and empty cups.
“Y-You brought a <span class="mu-s">BUFFALO!</span>” Edony shouts as Wilma shuts the door in her face. Those were the innkeeper’s last words.
“...Rather pushy, isn’t she?” Wilma chuckles as he comes over with the drinks.
“I’ll serve them.” You expertly use the corkscrew to open a bottle, and fill the empty cups with wine. This is the one thing your dad actively taught you to do. It became annoying to deal with because every visit to the kitchen, he’d ask you to fix him a drink. You didn’t leave the room as much, and sometimes skipped dinner. “Here you go.”
“You always know your way around the kitchen.” Wilma is really impressed, and a little curious as to why. Seems like corks were the bane of her existence at one point.
