"Amen." Georgie replied, chucking most of her drink down her throat with a hint of wistfulness to her gesture. When Felix replied, Georgie made a face, brow even more furrowed. "Olive loaf? Like, bread mixed with olives? How Mediterranean."
She took the roll with a shrug, gave it a sniff, shrugged again and took the smallest bite possible. It tasted a bit odd with the taste of Bourbon mixed in, but it was not bad at all. "Cheers, mate. It's good."
The basement earned a fond chuckle out of Georgie, who'd had some good times down there. "Oh, yeah. I spent about two or three days in the pool watching films down there, played some, then I went through a blackout with Jack and Daphne down there...it was good times. My itinerary doesn't usually include the prison if I can help it, though, yeah. Why, have you been playing some games down there? Is it warmer?"