"Tis a marvel...thou art an important man..." she teased him gently...after all it was true, he was a most important man, and well deserving of such comforts.
Iona was happy to lean across him to the various bottles until she found the familiar shape of the champagne and passed it to him to open, reaching across him again to find the chilled flutes.
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