"Yeah. I just forgot about the pop when opening the champagne. I should have been ready for it."
Jeez, she has quite a startle reflex. Flinch strolled over with the glasses and the open champagne bottle.
"Are you nervous?"
"No. I was just… far away. Sometimes looking into flickering flames puts me right into a trance."
"I see." He poured a glass and handed it to her.
"Is it all right if I sit next to you?"
"Of course, silly. You and I have sat next to each other before." She took a big sip of champagne.
In a few moments, she appeared relaxed and comfortable again. Good.
"Do you ever see things in the flames?" he asked.
"Yes. How did you know?"
"I've heard it's one way psychics scry. Is that the right word… scry?" She grinned.
"Yes. I'm surprised you knew that." Another long sip of champagne, and her posture relaxed some more.
