Emmanuelle took the wine, and glanced over the label. It wasn't a wine that she recognized, but it was still wine. Sam was correct in assuming she wasn't a beer type of girl. Her smile brightened as he explained the wine, "Merci, where I come from, it is rude for a young woman to deny wine." She was joking, of course, her smile was playful as she beckoned him into the living room. "Excuse me while I get some glasses. I made some popcorn, I'm sorry that I didn't make something more... fitting for wine." A tiny hint of pink crossed her cheeks as she moved to the kitchen.
It was strange to see Sam out of the cinema. In the dim lights of the projection room it was hard to make out his better features. Then again, they didn't really see much of eachother outside of work. He was certainly attractive, nothing like the men from 1944. He seemed... far more intelligent, and confident and just everything that a Nazi was not. He wasn't prejudice, and he didn't pry into her personal life. He accepted her privacy and didn't shove his nose into her business.
Grabbing two wine glasses, she then entered the living room just as he was complimenting the decorating in the cabin. Blue eyes glanced around the room for a moment as she shrugged slightly, "I found the cabin like this. I'm not much for decorating." Which was true, the cinema was about as far as she went for interior design, she didn't even design the interior of the cinema, that was all Madam Mimieux's work, Emmanuelle just inherited it.
Placing the glasses on the table, she ripped off the wrapper from the top of the wine and placed the cork screw in the cork.