“Côtes de Beaune,” Genie repeated slowly, his gaze falling back on one of the glasses. “Côtes de Beaune...” He left it at that, leaving little indication as to what he had been thinking. Although, he did seem rather amused by her response. This would likely leave Urd uncertain whether or not he believed her. But maybe he intended it that way. After all, it was best to keep ones opponent guessing, was it not? He too leaned against the table, looking across at Urd through a sly smile. Did he know?

“I’d hate to see all your hard work go to waste… But I don’t want to call anything early. Our guests will be the ultimate judges here. Which scene truly shouts romantic, whose meal will leave them ultimately satisfied, and which host is the most gracious.” He clenched his fist and shook it challengingly at Urd. “Our guests will prove once and for all who the real god of love is!”