Overheard outside. (I could only hear one voice in the conversation.)
Gabe, sword in hand, to Ben: Don’t drink that drink. That’s wine.
Ben, holding two leafy foliage branches from an old bouquet, said his part that I didn’t hear.
Gabe: Maybe your friends tell you that, but I know that’s not true. I know it’s wine.
Gabe: I recognize those bottles and those are wine bottles. (Presumably the branches that Ben was holding were the wine bottles.)
I was finished picking chives at this point and went back inside. I’m not sure if they drank the wine. The next time I looked out Jaska was de-leafing one of the wine bottles.