[Wanda's not out to loosen his tongue at this point. If he manages to open up more by her not trying, she'll likely notice. At the moment, however, her attention is focused on pouring, on breathing in that almost familiar scent as well. The rakia that she and Pietro tried a couple times before had been gifted by a neighborhood friend, a bartender who had slid a couple glasses their way when his boss wasn't looking. It had been cheaper, something she notices right off. Already this seems richer. better.
She's glad that James recognizes it. One less thing to try and explain.] Yes. They call it rakia in Sokovia.
[She presses her glass forward, clinks the edge against his.]
Here's to hoping that we don't come to regret the costs of risks we take here.
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She's glad that James recognizes it. One less thing to try and explain.] Yes. They call it rakia in Sokovia.
[She presses her glass forward, clinks the edge against his.]
Here's to hoping that we don't come to regret the costs of risks we take here.