[ And, like the polite sort he is, Godfrey gives a gentle duck of his head before ducking the rest of himself through the threshold and stepping inside, letting the tent's flap slip the length of his broad back. ]

Thank you.

[ He picks his few steps carefully, around that stack with a cursory glance at their spines. He recognizes few titles in Gale's current program of studies - which he expected, their respective fields of knowledge have little overlap. Still, he could do with more to meaningfully contribute. Perhaps he ought pick a title and inquire...

That is not what he's come for this evening, but - if their stories waned, perhaps that was a second discussion to keep them afloat. Godfrey dutifully sits on a larger, square cushion, and sets the bottle and glasses down. ]

I snuck a bottle from the others, if you might like a glass. [ Red, and a decent table wine - but a table wine all the same. ] They ought not miss a few cupfuls, I think.

[ And likely, Godfrey thinks, they would drink little more than that. ]