"...Yes, to be honest, I was. James and I were as good as we thought that we were, which only inflated our opinions of ourselves more. We thought we could outsmart anything."

The wine arrives, and once they both have a glass, he raises his to her.

"To immortal youth." Clink! "And sage maturity, which saves you from the staggering number of innuendo possibilities you just invited in, liquored up and slipped the tongue to. A lesser magical prodigy might have been tempted to tease you."