Maryanne pulled out the two glasses she brought, and offered the bag to him, so he would have something to tote the bottles of wine home in. Ready to take the blue bottle, when they swapped. "Lyla could you please translate for me?" Her hands were going to be full for the next few minutes anyway.
"You're welcome, it's a nice dinner wine, though if you share it with my daughter, you'll have to be a little stingy with her portion. Unless you want to get her drunk fairly quickly." And she wasn't about to judge him. Her daughter was beautiful. And in ways reminded her of Tony and Clint in the best ways. Maria was beautiful, and he'd be an idiot if he wasn't smitten. But that was a mother's judgement.