“Of course, I remember,” Eleanor laughed, amused at the very thought that she would ever forget something that had come so naturally for her for years. Especially since those years of acquiring his favourites had influenced her own tastes when it came to food and drinks. How couldn’t it? When something like good food and wine was so easily accessible to you, you tasted it, and more often than not, well… it actually tasted good!
She easily fell into step with him and could only agree that it was a beautiful place. “And really, once you get used to how things work here, it’s far from a bad place to be.”
Entering his cabin ahead of him, she found that the only difference between their cabins was, that his was mirrored to hers. No surprise there. “I don’t know how much you’ve explored your cabin,” she said as she took the bottles out of her bag, “but there’s a corkscrew in that drawer right there. Mind opening the bottle, please?”