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âSâall yours doveâ donât worry,â 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 wasnât something heâd ever developed much of a taste for throughout his lifeâ heâd rather have beer or proper liquor before he accepted wine from anyone at all but everyone had their tastes and he recognized that. âYouâd probably be better off just drinking from the bottle,â He mused, glancing briefly at Waverly as amusement settled in him at the sight of the bag sheâd brought along and the passing thought that sheâd brought along something else to drink from. âIf youâve got a glass or summat with you I reckon youâd be more likely to break it out here than use it properly, eh? The wine bottleâd probably be more durable.â
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. âNow 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.â And with that she pulled out a glass and poured her self a glass of wine as she settled. âBesides, Iâve found that even those things that look fragile can often be very durable.â The blonde hummed with a wink.Â


















