( in the entire back-and-forth, gustave watches in bemusement at how easily acclimated verso seems to have become to the local watering hole and being in the good graces of the procurer of wine and spirits. it seems like something someone from lumière would be far too engrossed in getting right, certainly. )
Might as well.
( once the bottle is brought, along with the glasses, and they are served the wine, gustave takes a moment to look at the bottle. there is french script on the label, which reminds him immediately of him. )
Grand vin, ChΓ’teau Bellegrave...
( unfamiliar to him, regardless. he turns to verso, placing the bottle down. )
Should be good. ( after all, it's wineβ he grabs at his glass. ) To you, mon ami.
*is revived*
Might as well.
( once the bottle is brought, along with the glasses, and they are served the wine, gustave takes a moment to look at the bottle. there is french script on the label, which reminds him immediately of him. )
Grand vin, ChΓ’teau Bellegrave...
( unfamiliar to him, regardless. he turns to verso, placing the bottle down. )
Should be good. ( after all, it's wineβ he grabs at his glass. ) To you, mon ami.