Hey, look at us, eating at the same table

Lunch was actually pretty good. Someone on his side, probably Sir Forsythe, had sourced a bottle of the 'liquor' for Edgar, so that was waiting for him at the small table with all of the other food. Cass hadn't realised that there were a few smaller tables around the one that was set up because he'd gotten too distracted by the main table when he'd walked in, but that was where most of the rest of the food was sitting. 

Edgar had looked relieved, and a little upset at the sight of it, but Fiona hadn't hesitated to open it and give it to him. 

No glass, no cup, just the whole ass wine bottle. 

Edgar had chuckled as he sat at the fancy little table, a wine bottle in his hand, his clothes ruffled and his lip probably stinging. 

"The tabloids would have a field day." He said, mostly to himself and Cass nodded.