"Hey, fancy a another drink?" Cassian asked just as Kirja was about to head back to her room.
She was still a little tipsy, but nodded anyway. "Only if you open one of the bottles I saw you stashing away in your storage earlier…"
"You saw that?" Cassian asked in surprise as he pulled out a bottle of wine from his spatial storage.
This one looked much older than the others they had been drinking earlier, its label faded enough to be almost unreadable.
"I was planning to save this for the future… or maybe give it away as a gift someday…"
"Stuff like this isn't meant to be saved," Kirja said as she snatched the bottle right out of his hand.
Then she added with a shrug,
"The last owner probably thought the same thing. Now he's rotting at the bottom of the sea, feeding fishes."
As she opened the bottle with a soft popping sound, she looked at him and asked, "You don't wanna end up as fish food too, right? At least not before tasting this fine wine."
