I feel a little bad when I see him struggle to get on the ground but I don't really say anything. It had been his idea, after all, and if he couldn't do it he wouldn't have suggested it. Taking my glass I have to think a moment, what should we toast to? Our awesome relationship? The fact that we were here and kinda sorta in love? Friendship? Survival?

"Your wine, your toast." That takes care of that nicely. Total cop-out, I know, but what's a girl to do?