Dora pretended not to hear Charlie's mumbled comment but grinned to herself instead.
"Mothers can be persuasive, I know. Um . . . why don't I buy them this time?"
Dora didn't wait for a reply but got up and made her way to the bar. It was quite crowded, even for a Thursday evening. She waited her turn, finally buying two large glasses of mulled Port. It smelled divine, spicy and sweet and so full of fruit.
"Here you go," she said, putting the glasses down on the table and slipping into the booth, next to Charlie. "Mulled Port, it's been so long since I last drank this," Dora smiled and inhaled the heavenly aroma.