Justin looked from Susan to Ernie and sighed. Ah well, he'd rely on his own judgement about the wine and see how it went. Besides, it wasn't Firewhiskey, wasn't it?
He narrowed his eyes, looking at Ernie. He knew his mate enough to know that himself wasn't the only one overworking himself. He'd let this slide for now but if Ernie didn't get rest soon he'd step in and knock him out with a pan or something.
"Wait, except for me, you mean?" He asked, grinning wickedly.