Sorry, God. Hi. [ Comes out in a rush, Jupe almost visibly recalibrating to Edward's presence. The proximity of anyone at all. He tosses a look over the other man's shoulder at the door, but for now that's the extent of his puzzling over the timing. ]
We didn't get to the champagne last night. [ He says it slightly abashed, which—he is. Sorry about the insinuation, Maureen. Jupe returns his attention to the bottles, newly invested now that he has an audience. He makes a show of deliberately choosing one and turning it over in his hands. Pondering the label. ] Anything you'd recommend?
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We didn't get to the champagne last night. [ He says it slightly abashed, which—he is. Sorry about the insinuation, Maureen. Jupe returns his attention to the bottles, newly invested now that he has an audience. He makes a show of deliberately choosing one and turning it over in his hands. Pondering the label. ] Anything you'd recommend?