He couldn't blame her for being interested in getting some of her own stock. "Sorry," he said, holding up the bottle of wine. "I didn't get absinthe this time. But here."
And very, very, very very carefully, he poured a capful of wine from the bottle and set it even more carefully on the top of the park bench so the green fairy could get to it.
"There, that's the best I've got."
And the bottle upended itself again over his mouth. He swallowed deeply, then sighed. "I think women shouldn't ever die," he said philosophically. "I think they should live forever. Like genies. Or vampires. Well. Without the blood-sucking thing. And the not-being-able-to-go-out-during-the-day thing. But, you know." He swallowed more wine. "Immortal. So they never die."