Chapter 32

The wines were quickly unboxed for everyone’s viewing pleasure.

“Teh, and here I thought they were decent quality. Looks like these are just craft brews, worth no more than two thousand dollars, I bet.” James had a look of disdain on his

face. “How could these compare to Grand Crus?”

“Craft brews have long lost their value on the market. We don’t even give our servants. these!” someone exclaimed,

Craft brews weren’t actually that terrible in terms of quality, but they were nothing compared to Grand Crus.

“What a cheapskate!” Florence scoffed,

“How are craft brews cheap when they’ve been on the rise in the country? Is your taste. in fine wine only limited to those brewed overseas?” Dustin casually responded.

“How is it not cheap when they cost only a couple thousand? Chris‘ wines cost more

than 100 thousand dollars.” James rolled his eyes.

“Wines don’t have to be expensive to be good. Plus, you don’t know how much exactly

my wines cost.”

you still trying to make a

scowled. “Hmph! So damn

of my time trying to explain to people who won’t listen to

not the cost. I prefer whites over reds. anyway.” Henry finally interrupted, popped open one of the craft brews, and poured himself

why is it so yellow?

It isn’t fake, is

wine to dinner! What kind of

started whispering to each other upon seeing the yellow

you mock us all with this sham of a

the

something happens to us after

be so evil! Is he trying to poison us

broke out at

but fake wine? That was a conspiracy waiting to

to calm

a pale, nearly transparent color. Yet the wine Dustin had brought was

didn’t look like anything

fine–aged craft brews usually

cried. “Do you think we’re idiots? No wine looks

that’s all it is!”

do you continue to

head with faux empathy. “Oh, Dustin. You should’ve told me if you couldn’t bring anything to the table. I could’ve given you a bottle or two for show. Why would you want to drag us down

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