Ernie wasn't a big drinker by any stretch of the imagination, but he welcomed the idea of one glass of really good wine. Too bad Alicia wasn't around to recommend one to suit his mood...
He couldn't describe that mood if he tried. It was quite odd watching an 11 year old Summer when he was 22 and even odder seeing a much older Hannah. Besides, now that he officially quit acting and directing, he didn't know what to do with himself. Did he have to wait on Fred or George to say alright? Surely they didn't want him to be miserable and they had bigger things to worry about anyway. Yet, where did that leave him? Could he just pick something? Since when did he wait for what he wanted anyway? He was still Ernie, magical village or not.
He pushed aside his selfish thoughts as he leaned down to kiss Kensi's cheek. "Hullo, love. Leave the buying to me, will you?" He smiled before he turned to request some white wine. When he turned back, his expression was more thoughtful. "Do you need a target? We could go outside and you can hex something."