Once everything was just so, four candles lit and spaced out evenly over the counter top. She lay the lighter down and rubbed her hands together. She couldn't help but snicker softly at his addition. "Yeah maybe I'll cut off all my hair and buy one of those cute little flapper dresses off the catalog, make it all official. The best part is the basement is Employees only. So as long as no one said anything about it we would be safe there, no stupid questions, no poking at raw wounds..." It was either that or hide in a vent and pray she didn't get stuck... Though considering who her rescuers would be, getting stuck might be a temptation.
She set out two high ball glasses one in front of him the other in front of her. She knew enough that high balls weren't used for more than a Tom Collins or a Long Island Iced Tea, but it would help to keep from having to get up and down. "What's your poison?" The choice wasn't as big as in the ice room, this was all top shelf stuff.
She pulled the sheath for Connemara from it's place for herself. It had been her fathers favorite, she recognized the label at once. A twelve year old Irish whiskey. Twisting the case open she pulled out the wide bellied green bottle, holding her breath as she did. Treating the container as if it were made of rice paper instead of glass, it was carefully set down beside her own glass. Raising a brow at him.