For a moment, the three fingers bewilder Greta as much as they do Thomas, but it doesn't take long for her to translate the gesture. "That wasn't one of the choices," she reminds the lass, her tone dry. She's tempted to add that she wouldn't even like it, but that might just make her even more curious to give it a try.

Not that a tiny sip of wine would kill her. It might even lead her to drop the subject once and for all. But it'd be bad form to go straight from 'you can't have this' to 'never mind, here's a taste,' so she keeps that option in her back pocket, for now.

"Though I suppose you could have water," she adds as she pours wine for herself and Thomas. "Is that what you meant?" She raises her eyebrows innocuously, knowing full well that isn't what Saoirse meant at all.