"I had, and I have to admit I enjoy that you do like spending time with me so much," she says without any bashfulness. Sybil is adjusting to this, to seeing him and having him about. It's comfortable and special all at once, and she wonders if this is how these things are supposed to feel.

Sybil pours him a white to start off the evening, carrying it out to him and taking up her own. "I don't, I admit. The one is fantasy, the other is apparently more modern though one girl called it 'retro' and the last is supposedly what people call a classic. Though something being classic when it's only from fifty years before does seem baffling."