"I assure you that I'm neither mythological nor fantastical, fantastic though I may be," Riz answered.<br/><br/>Riz came up from the rack with a bottle in hand, full of dark liquid that cast only a soft purple glow under the room's light.  She presented it to Jaime briefly, holding it gently and displaying the label ... which was in the script of a language that Jaime simply could no decipher.  "It'll be tasty," she promised before whiskying away to the nearby counter and drawing a pair of wine glasses from an overhead glass rack.  She set them down on the table gently and then signaled for Jaime to come closer with her hand.<br/><br/>"So," she asked, "How much did you drink, last night, your first time?" She fought shortly with the bottle's cork before discarding and beginning to pour them both a shallow glassful.