A bottle of white, a bottle of red

[fleurdesel]

WHO: Open to anyone that wants wine and warmth and a little company.
WHAT: Wine and no whining.
WHEN: After the mage meeting wraps up.
WHERE: Close to the healing tents, specifically the Orlesian section.
NOTES: There will be wine, drinking, unwinding, and nibbles.

The meeting had been stressful for just about everyone involved. Tempers had flared, opinions made known, a few rounds of confetti and arguing before some manner of accord. Whether it would last or however long it might? No one could truly say. In the interest of being quite done with the stress and headaches such debate brought on the Orlesian healing tents clearing out the potions, bandages, and poultices in favor of what cushions and braziers they had on hand for light and for heat. The space was open, warm, and inviting with an odd assortment of tin mugs or clay glasses set around flat side tables propped up with stones to keep them from wobbling and tipping the whole mass onto the ground. There are some dried fruits and hard cheeses, dried meat and hard crusted bread- whatever scraps they could scavenge or spare and a few bottles of wine or brandy. Across the entrance to the tents there was a sign:

Bring a bottle or food to share for entry.

Tacked below was a list of rules:

• Everyone is welcome, don't make a fuss
• Don't hog the wine
• Don't hog the food
• Don't fight or argue
• If you finish a bottle open a new one, don't recork it for someone else to find
• Clean up after yourselves

Comments

[fleurdesel]

"And Camille, and Bruce, and Sabine." She huffs a soft laugh. "But yes- you as well. Do you need honey or jam for it? I think we may have a bottle somewhere if Leon did not finish it."

They do not get many sweets, her apprentices, what few they have they pass along to the youngest more often than not. Now and then, though, she can steal a little for her other students. The thought of a little more of this wine, though, is thoroughly enticing. Then tea. She can be a little less responsible for one evening. "Mmm...well. If you do not mind it more of the mulled red would be lovely. It has been a red sort of day."

[el_tybs]

"As much as honey or jam does sound I think I'm good." He knows how little Leon and the others get treats or anything sweet and he'd rather not get in the way of that. The tea is flavorful enough without sweetening anyways. Besides, there were plenty of sweet things on the table to enjoy.

Hearing LeBlanc cave into having more wine has his shoulders shaking in quiet mirth - finally doing a bit more for herself. "I don't mind, but it might take me a bit longer to figure out the difference between mulled red wine and all the others," he says teasingly, but he's being honest about that. He doesn't know wine. He'll just have to ask someone else while he's up.

[fleurdesel]

She reaches out to take his hand, squeezing it faintly. There's no darting away, no hesitancy, no faint brush. A real extension of comfort and contact.

"You are good, Sam. In a way that I had thought few to be...I'm glad to have you as a student." Such a nice young man, is Sam. Kind, hard working, opinionated. Krem is doing fairly well by caring for him. It's comforting to know the world is not so empty of those with virtue- almost enough to restore a measure of shattered faith.

"The mulled wine will be warmed by the fire and smell of cinnamon and clove rather than of grape. If you still can't tell hold the bottle up to the light and look at the bottom, the spices should be settled there. If there aren't any? It is but a simple red." He's Ferelden, it's no fault of his that he doesn't understand wine. If anything it's something she expects of him and his countrymen.

[el_tybs]

"Ah..." He's not quite sure where that came from except that he had mentioned he 'was good'. It certainly feels like he had missed a note or something with the sudden compliment and hand squeezing, but it is nice to hear regardless. Which of course has him blushing just a bit. "Thank you," he finishes with a smile, squeezing her hand back.

At hearing how to differentiate between the wines he nods and gets up. "Well that makes it much easier to figure out then." That certainly sounds better then the other wines he's heard about, but perhaps another day he'll try it out. "I'll be right back then."

[fleurdesel]

Wine makes her mind trip from point A to point D with Compassion filling in the blanks now and then. Reassurance seemed in order with how quiet he'd been at the meeting and now that he's so quiet. Perhaps something else is in order? But what? Not wine, not much of anything she can offer. Nothing comes to mind but, ah, Compassion gives a little nudge. "Take some to Krem as well."

Is she smirking? She's smirking. Just a little. "He's somewhere near the entrance, I think."

[el_tybs]

He's turning to leave when hears the name, stopping immediately before he even takes a step. Oh no. For some reason Sam had assumed that the teasing was only to happen that one time; Lady LeBlanc was more refined than that right? How very, very wrong he is. Slowly Sam turns back around to look at Adelaide, his brows raised.

"What?" Maybe playing dumb about it? Nope. She's smirking and then mentioning where he can find this so called person. His cheeks might be a bit redder now and it wasn't from compliments. "Oh, so he did show up?" Crap, now he sounded like he had been looking. Which he hadn't been!

[fleurdesel]

"Krem." Oh so innocently. "I think he would very much like a mug of the mulled wine."

Like it is nothing. Like there is no ulterior motive whatsoever to be had in nudging them together.

[el_tybs]

"Oh," he says dumbly, not sure how else to respond to that. "Ah... I'll think about it...?" Sam rubs the back of his neck, feeling awfully warm all of a sudden. "I'll... be right back with your wine." Before she can say another thing, Sam is off to get the wine for her like he promised.