Red wine was so French, but she didn't mind. It was probably going to be a good wine, at least. She'd learned a bit about wine in Madeline's Deportment Classes, but not as much as a Frenchman knew or even had forgotten.

"You're the one who started asking questions about where I learned to fight," she pointed out. And she was the one who hadn't completely shut him down immediately, so they were in this together.