Amelia raised an eyebrow at him, going over her plants as a way to just keep moving. She was truly afraid that if she sat down in her own flat before she had to, to eat, she'd end up falling asleep.
Finally she joined him, a plate of hot sandwiches and the bottle of wine and another glass in her hands. "Why not? Do I strike you as the teetotaller type?" Not that it would surprise her; there was a great deal about her that he didn't know.