[Well, if it's any kind of consolation for Joseph's confidence, Sycamore quickly picks that glass up, swirling the wine around gently so that the colours catch the light and he can get a hint of the aroma.]
It smells divine.
[Ah, but it would be impolite to go ahead and drink it without the appropriate ritual!]
Santé?
[He'll hold his glass out towards Joseph, still with a smile on his face; perhaps a more inquisitive look in his eye than before. Nevertheless, he doesn't force the gesture, and leaves it up to Joseph to clink their glasses together should he wish to do so.]
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It smells divine.
[Ah, but it would be impolite to go ahead and drink it without the appropriate ritual!]
Santé?
[He'll hold his glass out towards Joseph, still with a smile on his face; perhaps a more inquisitive look in his eye than before. Nevertheless, he doesn't force the gesture, and leaves it up to Joseph to clink their glasses together should he wish to do so.]