[Gale accepts the glass gratefully, waiting until Godfrey has corked the bottle and settled with his own before holding it up in a wordless toast. They may not feel much like celebrating at the moment, but at this point, he'll gladly drink a glass to another day where they've managed to stay alive, and hopefully many more to come. Otherwise, this was a different sort of drink; they both had a great deal on their minds and could likely stand to unburden themselves a bit further— and wine, good, bad or middling, was always best enjoyed with good company.]

Oh, dear. Disaster struck, I take it?

[He smiles at Godfrey from behind the rim of his cup before taking a generous sip. Really, for found wine, it's quite good.]

I aim not to imbibe with excess, but a good glass of wine can go a long way in complementing a meal. I confess, I lose myself rather quickly if I have too much, so I do make an effort to exercise caution. Tonight, however, I believe myself to be in trustworthy company. If I help myself to a second glass, you'll not think any less of me for it, I hope.

[He gives a smile that manages to be just a touch weary and self-deprecating beneath the usual optimism. It's been an especially exhausting few days for the lot of them, really.]