Barrel finished his toadstool as she talked. He paid only enough attention to respond and watched her carefully. Agatha seemed to be legitimately enjoying herself.

"I'm not really good with directions unless I'm cooking something," Barrel said. "Even then I kind of wing it sometimes."

He shrugged.

"But that's how Sally taught me. Know the base recipe, and just have fun with it."

Barrel bit into his last toadstool. Upon hearing that dinner so far was nicer than what she usually ate at home, he had to hand it to Lock that he knew what he was talking about when it came to sincere gestures. Hell, that was probably a perfect in to apologize and get it over with. Barrel tried to swallow quickly so he could do just that when he saw Agatha reach for her glass.

Right, the wine! It should be chilled by now. Barrel tried to force the bite down cleanly as he stood up, the apology momentarily forgotten with the new task at hand.

"I'll get it," he said once he'd cleared his throat.

Barrel quickly made his way back to the kitchen. He went to get the corkscrew first to give the wine a little longer to chill, and cursed his siblings under his breath as he realized whichever of them used it last didn't put it back in its proper place. By the time he located it, retrieved the bottle, and popped the cork to bring the now-open bottle back to Agatha, he had completely forgotten about the apology.

"Thank Death for quick tricks," Barrel said as he filled her glass.