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“S’all yours dove– don’t worry,” Finn replied, his voice a warm rumble in his chest that was just loud enough to be heard in the relative quiet around them. Wine wasn’t something he’d ever developed much of a taste for throughout his life– he’d rather have beer or proper liquor before he accepted wine from anyone at all but everyone had their tastes and he recognized that. “You’d probably be better off just drinking from the bottle,” He mused, glancing briefly at Waverly as amusement settled in him at the sight of the bag she’d brought along and the passing thought that she’d brought along something else to drink from. “If you’ve got a glass or summat with you I reckon you’d be more likely to break it out here than use it properly, eh? The wine bottle’d probably be more durable.”
Waverly chuckled as she slipped out of her clothes and into the water. Opening her small cooler back and setting the bottle into it so that it would stay cool. “Now now Finn, I could very well do that. But I did not achieve the status I did to drink from a bottle when I could drink from a glass.” And with that she pulled out a glass and poured her self a glass of wine as she settled. “Besides, I’ve found that even those things that look fragile can often be very durable.” The blonde hummed with a wink.
