[ Neal practically rolls his eyes, although he manages to just mentally grumble instead. ]
Or beer.
[ Not that he minds beer, but he certainly prefers wine. It doesn't really matter, though, because as soon as he opens the refrigerator, he's greeted with an empty, but clean appliance. No white wine here. And no beer. And looking around, he's fairly certain there's no red wine lurking on the counters, either. ]
Hold on. What's this?
[ On the table is a pair of baskets and they're about the only thing in the house that looks filled and prepared. Neal can't pass on his curiosity, of course, and reaches for the map, looking it over. ]
Maine. Huh.
[ He leans to show Cable the worn map and then plucks up the folded letter next. ]
no subject
Or beer.
[ Not that he minds beer, but he certainly prefers wine. It doesn't really matter, though, because as soon as he opens the refrigerator, he's greeted with an empty, but clean appliance. No white wine here. And no beer. And looking around, he's fairly certain there's no red wine lurking on the counters, either. ]
Hold on. What's this?
[ On the table is a pair of baskets and they're about the only thing in the house that looks filled and prepared. Neal can't pass on his curiosity, of course, and reaches for the map, looking it over. ]
Maine. Huh.
[ He leans to show Cable the worn map and then plucks up the folded letter next. ]