Re: Quicklog, Webster's Vinyl: Daniel/Newt
[Daniel's attention was on the wine label, not on his floor. Reaching out, he took the bottle as if it had his name on it, and he read the label with a look on his face of expected disappointment. Modern wines, alas. Or perhaps it was Americans, shipping in nothing except their precious Californian wines, of which only a select few were worth bothering with.] Hm. [He looked into Newt's face. He searched it for something.] What? Ah, yes. [Daniel looked around as if seeing the place for the first time.] Perhaps. It is all rather... in heaps. I do apologize. Do not do any work today, however. Be at ease. [Daniel smiled, leaned forward and touched his lips to the edge of Newt's teasing smile before drifting away with his wine toward the kitchen.] How is your elf?