It is definitely not the worst sort of thing he could have brought by, judging from the pleased expression on her face as she hefts it up and turns it over in her hands, ease in the gesture despite the weight of it. It's not a particularly obvious look, but there is a shift at the corner of her mouth and her eyes, and when she glances back at him it's almost a smile.

"I'd love to poke about it. What type of wine do you have there?"