"Exactly!" Isabel carefully lifted her cup in toast--and only then let the shield go, moving it carefully to her lips for a sip. She couldn't help but grin a bit, but still, they weren't out of the danger zone just yet.

"Your turn!" With equal care, she steps forward to lift the cup up for the taller man, so he can take his own sip.

"I've got a suggestion for yours, if you don't mind a rank amateur making one?"