Sally Anne shook her head. "No, it's all rubbish. Did you get a chance to look through it? Some of it is downright strange. But to each his own," she added quickly, also noticing the old ladies. She took her husband's hand in an unusually agressive manner and glared at them. "You look fine," she murmurred.
"Don't suppose you'd like a glass?" She motioned to the champagne bottle with a flirty little smile. "I bet you couldn't wait to get here for your free bottle!"