( she'd thought of gently trying to pry the glass from his hand until he poured her a drink, a grateful not at the offer as if that hadn't been the whole reason she'd sat down )

When I find something better, I'll owe you a drink.

( but she'll take the drink, tipping it slightly to him in a cheers gesture before drinking some. honestly, rowena's drunk worse. the village she'd grown up in certainly didn't have the practices for making alcohol that they did now, particularly with the lack of wealth her village had. so this... it may not have been the nicest but it also wasn't the worst she'd ever had )

You work with cars then? To know the smell so acutely, I assume so.