"Hey, I've told you exactly where you can send all this extra food, if you feel like cooking it," Will joked, poking a finger into her shoulder.
He trailed behind the pie as it floated into the dining room and sat down in one of the chairs that had a plate already in front of it. He served out a helping for each of them and acknowledged her statement with a nod and a giant mouthful of food. It was definitely as good as it smelled, and he grinned as widely as he could without spitting out any food. "I have a story you'll enjoy," he said when he was done chewing. "Involving Val and a guy twice the size of her boyfriend."
By the time he'd finished his second helping--or was it his third?--they'd already opened and mostly finished another bottle of wine. Will wasn't sure if he'd just eaten that much, or if they'd talked so much that he hadn't realised how much time he spent not eating. He was sure the alcohol wasn't helping, as he always did tend to talk even more when he'd been drinking.
It was a damn good thing he didn't have to work tonight.
"You can't tell me Robards actually let you get away with that," he said, laughing as they levitated the dishes to the sink for handling later, then settled in the sitting room with their glasses and a third bottle of wine. Probably they should slow down, but he was too relaxed and having too good a time to think about it.