Isabel gave him a small shrug. Predator's eyes missed little and it was a useful skill that she didn't intend to let atrophy in this new phase of her existence. "Woman's intuition," she said with a smile. "But, you should take care to not let the cold get into the wound. Marble is slow to warm, that is all."
Looking up, Isabel checked the grapes before picking one. She turned it over in her fingers, examining the fruit with a critical eye. "See. The wild yeast is forming on the skin. The sugar is near its peak. Here taste it and tell me what you think," Isabel smiled and held the grape out for him.