( Josephine laughs, eyes dancing, as she busies herself with filling both the glasses with wine. It is good, she realises, to be able to bring such simple happiness to other people. While she has no doubts that should they prevail, the Inquisition will do much good for the state of the world, the road ahead of them is long and gruelling. This is present, this is now, and she allows herself to simply enjoy the moment instead of simply worrying (always worrying). )

I am Antivan. ( It is said with another tinkling laugh, her accent stronger than ever whether by design or nostalgia, it is hard to tell. ) My family keeps me well supplied with our main product; perhaps they fear I shall forget all about the vineyards should they not remind me. ( Never mind the fact that she is still organising much of her family's trade remotely, but she's sure Val did not come here to talk family politics. )

No secrets here, I am afraid. ( A long, put-upon sigh. ) But it is quite alright, monsieur, if you die, I promise I will not hold it against you.