"I think I'll just have a Coke," I announced.
"Oh, come on," the Queen Agent prodded. "Are you sure you don't want a glass of wine? It's eleven-thirty."
"Yeah, in the morning," I replied.
"All the same, my dear," expounded the Queen Agent as she downed a vintage red. "I don't want you to think we're lushes, though. We just like to drink."
My immediate spasm of giggles likely didn't send off quite the professional impression I'd been trying to convey, but the Queen Agent didn't seem to mind.
"The Agentess will take you out for dinner tonight," she proclaimed. "Tequila, I think."
And so we did.
"This is a special place for special people," the Queen Agent called as the Agentess and I left her exclusive office in City by the Bay.
"Oh," I responded confidently. "We're definitely special people."