"Definitely to us," he murmured, as their glasses touched. He thought she might be blushing, yeah, but it was hard to tell. Either way, it was hard to tear his eyes off her... though he managed for a moment so he could go after a cookie. The champagne was crisp and cool as it slid down his throat, perfect for a hot summer evening - and he was glad it had stayed cool enough in the shade of the basket on the way over. And he hummed a moment later as he took a bite of their dessert, chewing as slowly as he could bear, savoring it. "I really love your cookies," he murmured, raising the remainder up almost as if in toast, too, before it went into his mouth. "And I was right - they go great with champagne."