The woman flinched slightly at the touch of the glass before grasping it completely and taking a gentle sip from it. After the sip she shook her head in surprise, it had been a long time since she had tasted wine at all. “Hm… Sounds like qui’e a situation there. I can’t give you anythin’ except follow what you feel is righ’.” She laughed, resting her head in the palm of one of her hands for a second. “Yeah, I can’t even try to help you with that. I haven’ really been popular with anyone in over twen’y years.” Pulling her head from her palm, she waved off that last sentence. “Eh, no one’s problem bu’ my own, though.”
“Well, I guess that’s wha’ happens when you open up places like this…” Emori said smiling, taking another small sip of wine.