Faolan's grateful that the other man lets the subject go. Sherry or port. He doesn't know much more about either other than the fact that they are dessert wines, if he's being honest here.

"Thanks," he says. "Maybe a port then." He figures he'll be able to find something decently priced, not too extravagant but clearly meant as a gesture of his appreciation. "He might even make a dessert for it to go with, I'm not sure. Like I said, he likes to cook, but it's not like he usually shares his dinner plans with me ahead of time."