[Following his gaze, Fifi’s smile is playful, her quiet urging equally so:]

Try it. All the hard work is mine.

[Rather than give him the chance to say no, she positions herself, guiding his arms.]

Besides, I trust you. You haven’t had a drop to drink.

[Her glance back at him offers the most fleeting of winks— of course she knows, she’s the one who straightens his bottles.]