Jack's choice of seating was, as far as Daphne was concerned, the choice he was meant to make anyway. She raised her glass to her lips and sipped slowly, closing her eyes in delight as the flavors danced on her tongue. She was suddenly so terribly relaxed, and of no mind to move any time soon. She'd worked hard today, much more than she was used to. She deserved a break.
She opened her eyes again at Jack's comment, a smirk playing at her lips as she tilted her head slightly in his direction. "You know, I think you're right," she murmured. "What are we wagering?"