"Depends, are you going to gloat? If you are, you should get it over with now, I may be too full of champagne later to keep from hexing you crossways otherwise," she said blithely. She didn't seem too worried though, taking the bottle from him, making an appreciative sound for the brand, and heading to the kitchen for a couple of glasses to pour it into.
"What are we celebrating exactly? My freedom from the plebian workforce? Or my having more free time for societal pursuits?" Her lips twisted into a mocking smile, but she seemed to be making fun of herself more then anything.