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

[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.