"You weren't late at all," he said, in a slight protest as he turned to get the wine. It was a red, a deep rich blend of grapes from a little farmer in Kent and he had tried some of their stuff before and really enjoyed it. Hence the gift, which he had graciously accepted, "It's not a French wine but I like supporting the local growers," he said as he uncorked it and poured out a glass for her and for himself.
He walked it to her, "I'd love to see the two of them again, Gin and Sam, and everyone else as well. I think they'd go for it, and you can count on me for help. But I think we should go on a scouting expedition, to check out a place ahead of time. That would be fun," he said, as he moved to lean on the counter next to where she stood, "I want to squeeze in as much fun as I can before term starts. Then, I'll only have the weekends and holidays."