Jeanette had a bad habit of getting attached to everything. If it wasn't a lipstick it was a purse, if it wasn't that it was a person, even back where they belonged, she grew attached to tourists or locals, and since they were vampires and lived forever, Jeanette inevitably got upset at their deaths or when they left the area. Foolish, and she should've learned. But a hundred years of trying had done nothing there.
"There are bottles in the back, empty and formerly containing wine." Which Jeanette had consumed in a bid to get herself drunk -the girl was an idiot sometimes. "There are methods to keep it from spoiling, and we were graced with a microwave." Needs must. It was hardly the best method, but it worked and would keep them fed.
At the silent offer, and not yet too proud to turn it down, Therese handed her glass back over to be topped up. Running a finger along her lips to be sure there wasn't a stain. "It keeps us from slipping, maintaining a level of our lost humanity, if that helps your good Samaritan nature."