"If I'm any judge, it's because she's so old but still with more than three teeth to her name, I think these things are the same everywhere with the very old." It's more rude than Araceli would usually be but she heard a lot. Too much. She might require a bath to get some of the talk of the old woman's health out of her head.

Taking a quick glance to make sure no one's actually looking at them, she turns her back to the company, no one seeming to miss her as she jerks her head, pretending to peruse the bottles. "How many do you want?" She whispers the question, keeping one eye on the people around them, still going on and on about some inopportune marriage someone made to someone else.