[Bedelia nods, and pours two fingers of wine into each glass. She hands one to the young woman and brings the other up to her mouth.

The sickeningly sweet smell hits her first--not like any Merlot she's ever tasted, more like a Port that's sat long enough to become syrup. She grimaces, but takes a sip anyway. Big mistake.]

Well it appears I was wrong. It's not vinegar but it definitely isn't wine. My god, I hope all the wine isn't like this, or I'll have to find something else to drink here. [She shudders visibly at the thought.]

Did you try it?