Moana rose at the first knock, but took her time on her way to the door. Answering immediately would be too much like giving them the control, and she wouldn't do that for mere visitors. Customers, yes, but they certainly weren't that.
She reached the door and opened it just as the pretend christening was taking place, and glanced down at the bottle with one eyebrow quirked. "Oh, you have lovely taste in wine. Please, come in." Flashing them a bright smile, teeth flashing white against her dark skin, she stepped aside and cleared the way for them to enter.