Riz nodded appreciatively and then took a sip from her own glass.  It was a fruity drink -- the deep grape flavor of a good red wine, with lighter, more sugary hints above, something not unlike the taste of apple.<br/><br/>"In the future -- when you're working with me and dealing with the people I deal with ... don't ever take the first drink from a bottle, alright?"  She took another, deeper drink and swallowed it down before setting the glass back to the counter.<br/><br/>"Now, I don't have a steak for you ... or any cows to slaughter for one, I'm sorry," she admitted.  "But I've got fruit!  And I've got ... mushrooms, and I think a loaf of bread somewhere ... "  She stepped away from the counter and made her way into the kitchen, slinking around and drawing things out of storage -- bowls of fruit and vegetables more than anything, apples and tomatoes and things that Jaime didn't particularly recognize at all, a sliced loaf of bread on a cutting board.  "I'm sorry I didn't prepare a real dinner," Riz said.  "I wasn't expecting guests, and usually, I just eat out."