Matara: “This wine tastes good. Where did you get this, Mousey?”

Ironmouse: “Oh, I got it from some small shop that’s around the corner! I thought it looked good.”

*Matara: “Well, it certainly is.”*She takes a sip.

Zentreya: “What are you drinking?”

Matara: “Oh, some wine Mousey gave me!”

Zentreya: “Can I have some?”

*Matara: “Sure, Zen!” She pours a glass of wine and hands it to Zentreya.

*Zentreya: “Thanks, Matara.” *