Michiru watched Makoto fidget. Unused to the clothes, perhaps, or unused to the company.
She handed Mako a delicate glass. "This won't disappoint."
Mako swirled the contents and sniffed. As she sipped her eyes widened. "Holy shit!" slipped out. She flushed a deeper red than the wine.
"Good, isn't it?" Michiru agreed.
Mako nodded, untrusting her treacherous mouth.
"Two bottles," Michiru directed the attendant. To Mako: "One each."
"I can't! The price—"
"—is worth the delicious meal you'll make to accompany such exquisite wine."
Michiru took Mako's arm and laughed lightly at the crooked smile received in return.