[ Neal toasts them together because of course he does, and then proceeds to pop the plum into him mouth, sucking the wine off the end of his fingers. He makes a sinfully pleased sound, the face accompanying it one of pure bliss. Maybe it's that good, or maybe he hasn't had something bearing artisan quality in too long. Either way, he's happy. ]
That's good.
[ He says it around what's left in his mouth, savoring the taste. Neal eyes the jar, nodding. ]
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That's good.
[ He says it around what's left in his mouth, savoring the taste. Neal eyes the jar, nodding. ]
I can get behind that.