andhiswife | (Reply)

God, look at her: already trying to play the two of them off each other. Greta has to work hard to bite back a smile as she looks to Thomas, her expression carefully neutral, waiting to see if he'll crumble under that pleading look Saoirse's fixed him with.

She isn't all that disappointed when he does. Being a soft touch isn't so terrible a thing, and it's certainly worth knowing (not least of all because it might apply to her, as well). Besides, he's not suggesting anything she hasn't already considered, and she tips him a wink before turning back to Saoirse.

Giving the girl a look of exaggerated consideration, she says, "We-ell... I suppose one little sip might be all right. If you really, really want to try some." She fetches down a little glass and pours a tiny amount of wine into it, no more than a mouthful or two, even Saoirse actually likes it enough to drink all of it down. "Here you are," she says, passing it down to her.