[She raises an eyebrow when he chooses to take a seat. The way he looked when he came in, she hadn't expected him to stick around. Not that she minds the company.]

And champagne. And sparkling cider. Or, ordinary juice. Take your pick.

[She doesn't care much about his age today, it is a feast. He can drink whatever he wants.]

You can eat whatever you like, as well. It's not only mine.

[She circles her nails around the rim of her wine glass as she waits to see what he will do.]