She nudged everything back into place, using magic to absently pull together roses from above into an elegant floral display in the middle of the table. She could feel Genie's suspicious gaze on her -- casually tossing her hair off her shoulders, she turned in place and leaned against the table, arms crossed.

His question almost caught her off guard but she managed to smile serenely. "Côtes de Beaune...1971," she replied smoothly. "A very deep red vintage." She smirked, satisfied she had passed whatever test this was.