[ Sebastian laughs a little as he gestures generally outward, and from dark shadows that flit up from the ground rapidly, a small table simply takes shape. Normally, he’d just settle for conjuring the basics in his hands, but. To properly serve wine, there are a few more accouterments needed. So similarly, two glasses, a bottle, a serving cloth, and a corkscrew appear. He’s at least one to do things properly! ]

If you find that it is not to your taste, then I shall claim no ownership over Earth. [ He’ll at least tease a bit as he takes the bottle and wraps it with the serving cloth and begins to uncork it. ] …But as we’ve no grapes in my realm, alas, it is all I can offer. Our equivalents are not so palatable.

[ Don’t ask, you don’t want to know, truly. Which is why he continues smoothly with his sommelier presentation. ]

A Clos Vougeot pinot noir, which is among one of the best producers, so I shall at least put a solid foot forward for Earth’s offerings. Normally, I would give its vintage as well, but I hardly know how much it matters if it is only aged by my memory of it.

[ And once uncorked, he pours just a splash into the glass for tasting, which he hands down to Emet-Selch. His presentation is all perfectly elegant, and he also definitely seems to be enjoying doing it. Sometimes you end up a rude brat’s butler and then find out you actually really enjoy all of the flair that entails. ]