[ That is far more ruckus than she thought would happen, and it concerns her for the brief moment before he pops out, but it seems alright when he's in front of her. He could, theoretically, be concussed, but Julie is absolutely not the right person to deal with that. You can drink head injuries away, right? Sounds right.

She does let him go on for a few seconds, just because it's funny and she's usually the one being stopped, before she giggles and interrupts by gently tapping one of the glasses to his chest. ] Y'all thought you were just gonna drop off wine you made and I was gonna drink alone? If I wanted to do that, I'd just make it myself.

[ She takes a few steps past him, looking appraisingly at the trellises before glancing back at him. ] I never knew anyone who grew grapes. I was always around farms back home, you could go a hundred miles or more and never see another person through all the fields, but it was all wheat. Wheat and corn. I wanted to come see it.