"Coq au vin." Léon said, moving towards the drinks cabinet, finding two clean, crystal glasses, expertly shaped. "There is no dessert, I am afraid, but I am sure the cook will be able to find some sort of fruit and syrup if desired." There was no wine in the cupboard, he knew, but he opened it all the same and examined the contents. "Ah. Will you excuse me, Madamosielle? We seem to be lacking the vin." He offered her a slightly embarrased smile. "Forgive me."