Tumnus and Belspur quickly discovered that they had very different ideas of what the word "drink" meant.
Belspur snorted loudly and stamped his hoof at the tea Tumnus poured him.
"What is this?" the Satyr asked in an unpleasant tone, pointing to the little curls of steams rising out of the cup.
"Well", Tumnus tightened his grip on his teakettle and tittered, "I thought something hot would warm you up after the cold-"
"If you want to warm me up, give me some wine", Belspur pushed the teacup away from him in disgust. Tumnus put the teakettle back on the stove and pulled up his chair to sit across from his new friend.
"I didn't mean to be such a poor host, Bel" He picked up the rejected tea and timidly sipped at it. "I just wasn't sure what you wanted"
Belspur rested his elbows on the table, propping his chin in his hands. The Satyr glanced around his host's home with incurious eyes. Tumnus could hear his hoof tapping on the dry stone floor.
"Oh!" Tumnus lightly slapped his forehead and stood up, "The wine! Of course…"
He heard Belspur muttering just loud enough to be heard as he searched around his home.
"Hard to get good wine these days…"
"Yes, well," Tumnus replied as he clicked open a heavy wooden chest in the corner of his cave. Inside, among more mundane items were his pipes, his deceased father's journal, and a bag of gold coins. "It's hard to grow grapes these days"
"You ever had the stuff they sell down at Cair Paravel?"
"I'm afraid I haven't"
"Don't be. It's all vinegar. Right nasty stuff"
Tumnus lifted a layer of burlap, revealing a few bottles with a deep purple liquid inside. Glancing behind him, he saw the Satyr's ears perk up at the sound of clinking glass.
"I do hope this is something more to your liking", Tumnus sighed, pulling out a single bottle and locking up his chest. "Because I don't have very much to offer you"
Belspur sat straight up, hands folded in lap, looking at Tumnus with almost gentlemanly patience as he placed the heavy glass bottle in the center of the table. Belspur broke into another crooked grin and beamed at Tumnus.
"I'd know that purple anywhere!" The Satyr slapped his thigh and laughed. "Straight from the river, the water blessed by Bacchus! To think you'd share such a treasure with me…"
"My father, bless his soul, bottled it", Tumnus interrupted his guest with a somber voice, "So you'll understand this means a lot to me.
"My father had quite a sense about these things, you see. I was only a little faun at the time, and I couldn't understand why he'd want to store wine when Bacchus made whole rivers and streams overflow with it…" He trailed off, pursing his lips, and seemed to have nothing else to say.
The Faun's expression became distant as he retrieved a corkscrew, popped the cork out without ceremony, and handed the open bottle to Belspur.
"I do hope this warms you up, Bel", Tumnus said softly as his guest took the offering from him. The Satyr's nostrils flared as lifted the bottle and sniffed at the wine. In what seemed to Tumnus a sudden gesture of hesitation and shyness, Belspur reached across the table and handed the bottle back to him.
"Why don't you just take the first sip, huh? After all, I'm not selfish"