"No!" She said hurriedly. "No, it is lovely. Thank you." She didn't think she was worth the effort, but she was hardly in the mindset to argue that much, her cheeks flushed and her eyes shifting from the array of food, to Cullen, to the sparse decorations on the stone walls. She bit her lip while she watched the wine pour.

Would telling him she was a hilariously cheap date make him cease his pouring and insist they not partake? It looked like a fine vintage, and it would be rude not to have a glass, at least. She took the glass by the stem, fingertips grazing his knuckles before she pulled back. "A toast. To old friends finally meeting again."