Aurielle raised an eyebrow, cradling the glass in her hands. "Luxury is hot showers in the apocalypse. Which, by the way, you're welcome for. My genius knows no bounds."
"Genius, huh?" Linsley teased, taking a sip. "I thought the wine was going to be our crowning achievement."
Aurielle laughed, the sound bright and unapologetic. "Multifaceted geniuses, remember? Why stop at just one crowning achievement? Let's aim for a dozen."
She clinked her glass against his with a playful grin. "To the apocalypse's most ambitious power couple."
Linsley's smirk deepened, his gaze steady but amused. "To making memories I'll share with everyone back home—though they might get a little jealous of how much fun we're having."
Aurielle snorted, rolling her eyes with a grin. "They'll get over it. Besides, you're my Emperor in this apocalypse."
"And yours to command," he replied smoothly, raising his glass again.