[ buffy proceeds to open the bottle of wine like this. only, instead of a shoe, she uses her not inconsiderable slayer strength to deliver a few sharp raps against the bottle's base with the flat of her hand. it's all very charming and impressive and if she were at work in the bar right now -- and if luceti had an economy -- she would be rolling in tips.
she pours him a glass before splashing barely a fingerful for herself. ]
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she pours him a glass before splashing barely a fingerful for herself. ]
Oh? What -- do you have a secret stir-fry recipe?