More than anything

Thomas tried, very hard he might add, to resist the look Saoirse gave him. He finished cutting the roast and turned toward Greta while the girl tried to stare her down.

"A taste won't hurt," he said carefully. He was treading on uncertain ground here - he certainly had no intention of undermining Greta's parenting, especially since he had so little experience being one. But he could remember getting tastes of alcohol when he was Saoirse's age, possibly younger.

"She hardly needs a glass, and if I remember my first taste..." Thomas lifted his eyebrows pointedly at Greta, wondering if she had any similar experiences. He didn't recall actually liking his first taste of wine.