[There's a curl of her lips, a playful hint of amusement as he explains.]

Settlers not being happy? Imagine that. I imagine the land must have been even harder in those days.

[She takes another sip, and she tries to remember to pace herself, since she's not accustomed to needing to, even if she was never prone to clearing her glass as Russian toasts sometimes called for. But if she has any hope of at least not being the only tipsy one, she needs to watch herself.]

This really is quite good. And I've had wines worth their weight in gold.

[If she does stay, at least they have good wine. She's... admittedly a little bit impressed.]