[She smiles at him over the rim of her glass, a glint of amusement because she's heard that sentiment before. Drinking with other people was usually a means to an end for her, but she was familiar enough with the culture of it; wouldn't have been much of a spy if she wasn't.]

Back home, I think the first drink was traditionally for acquaintances and meetings; a toast for having an excuse to drink to.

Do you know any good ones?

[She breathes in the wine, a smile curving her lips as she watches him.]