"Ah, yes." Was it wise to let her drink wine? 'Do you think you could stop her?' Sugar, caffeine and alcohol. Out of all of those, at least one could have been left at home. Laughing softly at Eilidh's impression, Layla's mind reached out to flip up the other side of the basket, then pulled the corkscrew and then, a few moments later, two collapsable glasses from where they had been strapped to the lid. Without thinking, she automatically opened the glasses up properly. 'Show off.' Not at all. It had kept her hands free for making sandwiches. "Yes. As well as a degree of caffeine. You ought to be quite... awake for a while?" At least she had the grace to look sheepish about it.
"Do you prefer your sandwiches wonky or almost-normal-looking?" Layla looked over at Eilidh, biting her lip. "My first few slices went a bit wrong." 'This is what happens when your mind is very literally elsewhere, doing else-something.'