Tony adjusts the stock pile before getting up one last time. The music seems to have progressed into some easier tunes. The Eagles and the like. He comes back a second later with the juice, the vodka and the wine held against his chest. He carefully deposits the fake champagne in front of her, and the juice in the middle, already topping up his glass as he sits back down. Now he has everything he needs. Good company, a fun game... He smiles at her then, unbridled affection really.

"Judge away, Ms. Sparkling Wine."