Anna and Hans
"Thanks!" Anna accepted the flute from him without question and lifted it for a sip. Her nose crinkled--just as he assumed it would--and she raised an eyebrow at him. "Cider, is it?" She asked. A grin spread across her lips, one she was unable to suppress. Didn't matter. She was gonna get tipsy (probably off one flute of this stuff) and bounce around happily until she nearly passed out from drink and tiredness. Then he could take her home and put her to bed.
Speaking of. "Oh, we need to go bed shopping! I almost forgot! Apparently, I'm not able to have a waterbed in my current place. Something about HOA documents or something. But we can find something else?"