Sonia lets out a little hm in agreement, because while her Grandfather may have the patience to have endured Sonia Vorbarra as a granddaughter all these years, Yuri never has. He's an utter killjoy even when he's not in mourning.

Sonia chuckles lightly into the bottle and takes another drink. "On Barrayar? With, always. And last I was on Beta, I was only thirteen. But I've always fancied that topless sarong look as very elegant in its own way." She grins wickedly, holding the bottle out for him. "Maybe when Grandfather leaves, I'll try testing the bounds of my sister's patience next."