She took the leather container, not so much because she wanted wine as because it gave her something to do. Opal had asked the question on the spur of the moment, and she was sort of regretting that now because what if he didn't mean it? What if it had been another untruth? It would hurt more now, she realized, because she had started to think that maybe he liked her a little bit.
She liked him a lot.
But he was looking at her expectantly. And they'd been being honest tonight, and it seemed to be going... alright. Mostly. Maybe it was better to know than not know, even if it was bad. Because at least she'd be prepared for it. Right? Probably.
So she blurted out, "When you said you'd ask the fairy to take back my gift if you could. Did you mean it?" Then she swiftly dumped the flowers and gems that had produced in the corner of the blanket, and filled her mouth up with wine so she wouldn't have to talk again.