"Sure, I can do that," she said, taking the knife and beginning where Briseis left off. Helen nodded, "That sounds good to me." It was simple and she did love the taste of feta. She paused momentarily to glance at the glasses, "I do. Thanks," she said with a smile and took one of the glasses, taking a sip. Helen could have drank something stronger to make her forget about all her woes from the day, but what good would that do?