( It is a very strange thing, being here in the home of the woman who had been so long a mystery. A name and an address to go with the memories that were branded on her. Herian had wondered, briefly, if that would make their acquaintance somehow mundane, commonplace. It seemed a so silly a thought, now she is here.

She makes a sound of quiet amusement. )

Sincere apologies--

( Herian shakes her head as they walk, slightly embarrassed. ) Coffee is a far-flung luxury, in my world. It remains... so strange, for it to so commonplace a thing.

( She looks to the decanters, gaze lingering a moment before she looks back to the hostess. )

Have you wine? If that is not too great a presumption.