[It's a habit to ask and find out. Ginia nods looks at the stock in the fridge, picking a bottle she's vaguely familiar with. She pops off the cap on the edge of the counter, and pours half of the contents into a pint glass, the liquid a rich amber.
She sets a coaster in front of Adela and sets the glass on top, the bottle set on a napkin alongside.]
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She sets a coaster in front of Adela and sets the glass on top, the bottle set on a napkin alongside.]