“Probably nothing,” she observes, of the wine- as alcohol goes, he'd barely notice, if he did. “Which is why it's such a pain to get a hold of, I think.” It's a fairly specialized thing, even in a city like Baedal, and it doesn't have as much widespread demand. That she doesn't take the opportunity to complain about that in particular is indicative of mood, or at least distraction, but that is what it is.

After a moment, “What's he up to lately?”