After filling up the two glasses, the waiter left them with the bottle turning to attend to other orders. Syrinx inspected the glass curiously before taking it in both of her hands (it looked big on her- with those nimble fingers and slim wrists).
A toast to promises?
Syrinx looked thoughtful for a moment before she smiled- reaching out for a moment to brush her fingertips along Castor's jawline. The gesture seemed to be saying: To promises. To yours and mine and our promises.