"I'll take any business I can get," Bryn said warmly. There was still a bit of fear that this could all come tumbling down around his ears and that he was really better off working for other people, not himself. Only time would tell. "And you're an angel. I may well take you up on that."
Bryn smiled. "Here," he told her, taking the bottles, "let me. I think we should be fine." It wasn't as if he were selling the alcohol, after all. "You pick a table while I go get some glasses. I just had them delivered yesterday. Ice?"