Third row ... [ He mutters as his hand hovers over the assortment, and begins counting from the right. ] One, two, three—Oops. Haha, the other left, I imagine.
[ After a wistful glance over the champagne flutes and shapely hurricane glasses, he picks up the correct glass. ] Ah, so disappointingly mundane! But I put my full faith in your expertise.
[ The bottle of white is uncorked and poured with all the precarious and unnecessary flourish one might expect from the detective. ] Can I pour you one as well, my good fellow? Or perhaps Mr. Bat would like a tiny drink to soothe his equally tiny nerves?
no subject
[ After a wistful glance over the champagne flutes and shapely hurricane glasses, he picks up the correct glass. ] Ah, so disappointingly mundane! But I put my full faith in your expertise.
[ The bottle of white is uncorked and poured with all the precarious and unnecessary flourish one might expect from the detective. ] Can I pour you one as well, my good fellow? Or perhaps Mr. Bat would like a tiny drink to soothe his equally tiny nerves?