“Good,” she said with a bright grin, raising a bag full of clinking bottles. “I returned with needed supplies!” she added, setting the bag of beer and wine...along with a few harder liquors on a table, before pulling free a nice white wine and moving past him to the corkscrew she had found earlier, carefully opening it...or trying to, the cork getting stuck inside, the corkscrew popping free, ripping a hole in the cork.
“Damn it.” She pouted at the bottle, as if that would make the corkscrew magically free itself. She sighed, leaning against the counter, staring at the bottle of wine. “Figures,” he muttered as she read the label, giving a broken laugh. “It's her favorite winery.”
She had the sudden, irrational urge, to throw the bottle against a wall, and instead set it carefully down on the counter, stepping away from it and instead turning back to the stove, her movements stiff, controlled.