Bella and the others finished eating quickly and left, leaving the three of them to drink together.
Though Faye Yardley was pleased, she found it hard to relate to the Master's euphoria over finally realizing his lifelong ambition. But it didn't matter if she understood. With good food, good wine, and good company, life's rare joys were simply meant to be savored.
Perhaps the thresholds for their Constitution and Spirit had increased; despite the excellent vintage, the three of them felt no hint of intoxication after polishing off the bottle.
"Yardley, even without fine liquor like this, your homemade sticky rice wine would hit the spot."
Zephyr Sterling sighed helplessly. "Master, Yardley is still young. Besides, you shouldn't drink too much anyway. Just have enough to celebrate and focus on the food." He then turned to Faye. "Yardley, don't bring out any more wine. Some warm water will do just fine."
