Allison Hargreeves & Tamatoa
Given she had apparently only barely won this round, she wouldn't lecture on overfilling his glass. Compared to drinking out of a bottle in the middle of a formal dining room, an almost too full glass of champagne was hardly the worst of their problems.
Oh great. He was an immortal, too? Just what the world needed. This guy being around for centuries. "Because we would like to be seen in our best light, no matter how long we're on the planet for. My father made us learn etiquette. Some of us took to it better than others." Glancing to where Klaus was dancing, drink still in hand, she couldn't help smiling. "And some of us subscribe to your thoughts more than others."
Leaning back a bit, she shrugged idly. "The point is those bottles are made for sharing. So it looks inappropriate to sit and drink the whole thing yourself. Even if, in the end, you end up drinking enough to equal a whole bottle." And honestly, she wasn't a huge fan of champagne. Never had been. Once this glass was done, she was hitting the open bar.