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[Rue turns the bottle of wine to face him, something expensive and well-aged by Folkmore standards, heavy and red and delicious, before handing it over to him.]

Just a little celebration gift.

[He turns it over appreciatively, looking well pleased at the gift. It's hard for him to even get buzzed these days thanks to a Mythic resistance to alcohol, so the quality and flavor of his wine matters even more than it used to.]

You spoil me. [He ducks briefly into the kitchen to fetch a pair of glasses for them, raising his voice so that it carries between the rooms.] Can you imagine if I'd called you here for something mundane? For all you knew, my news could have been as silly as achieving the top score on that dancing game I told you about at the wedding!

[The very idea leaves Rue giggling while they watch Draxum duck away to fetch them some glasses, settling back into the cushions, resting their chin in their palm.]

Let's be perfectly honest with one another - whether you had something true to celebrate or not, I was going to enjoy an evening drinking fancy wine with one of my very few adult friends in this place. The fact you had such an incredible celebration is a very happy bonus.

[That's some serendipity indeed, and Draxum hums as he fetches the glasses, in a rare but excellent mood.]

We really are outnumbered.

[Returning with glasses in hand, he sets them on the coffee table and pours the wine with practiced ease, only to follow up with a quick spell to chill the glasses to the perfect temperature.]

Deeply.

[Rue accepts their wine with a word of thanks, shooting Draxum a look that proves they don't quite mind the challenge.]

But it is even easier now not having to do it alone. The boys trust you. And so do I.

[Rue holds out their glass, tipping it towards Draxum in a quiet little cheer for the pair of them.]

And that is better than I fear my Knickolas will ever get.

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