More than anything

Triumphantly, Saoirse takes the wine. It smells very grownup, and a weird mix of bitter and sweet that she's not sure she's ever smelled before.

She holds it for a time, not even drinking it right off. A part of it is just the ability to feel adult, to feel special enough to have it. It's New Years, after all. She ought to have something special for the special occasion!

Eventually, though, she takes a sip. The flavor is absolutely unlike anything she's ever had. It's lovely!

And terrible at the same time. But at this point, she doesn't want to be wrong, so she cringes through a swallow and looks up at Greta with a pinched sort of smile.