Lounging on the klinai within the opulent triclinium, Gaius lifts his goblet, the rich aroma of intoxicating wine wafting through the air as he takes a slow, deliberate sip. By his side, Agrippa toys with succulent grapes, indulging in leisurely bites amid the exchange of tales. The triclinium chimes with activity as diligent slaves vanish in the backdrop. Gaius folds his arms, resting his chin atop; between boredom and amusement, a subtle grin curls his lips in response to Agrippa’s remark.