"No. Idea," Chiana playfully replied, as she grabbed the decanter again to pour the glasses. She was a little less at ease with it than she had been with the bottle, since the shape and balance were so different, but she still pulled it off nicely, without a drop of wine running down the outside of the decanter when she righted it. "What are we drinking to?" she asked as she set it down, and took her glass from him, brushing her fingers against his as she did.