That last statement made her laugh - in relief as much as simply being amused. Because, of course, he had found her a better bottle of wine. Whatever was going on here, weird space-time mix-ups, or magic, or whatever - he was still her Garrus. And that was a huge relief.

"I'll accept that. We can take things a day at a time, see how it goes."

But his mention of wine brought something else to her mind. Something kind of imperative.

"Have you been finding the right kind of food here?"