Gene fetched a corkscrew to open the wine with. He was happy that things hadn't moved around too much. He poured two glasses of wine and leaned against the kitchen counter. "I'm sure it tastes great. Multi-talented bird, aren'tcha? Great cop, great looker, and a cook too. And I'm still deciding where you were a prozzie or not. I'll let you know when I decide," he teased, relaxing a little.