"Of course," Krem said, finishing his wine selection and then looking over the entrees quickly to find something that looked good and wasn't outrageously priced--more for his own piece of mind than some misguided chivalry of the moment.

When the waiter came over to take their order, Krem smiled and put in for their wine--a decent, middle of the road blush that was labeled to be bright and floral, but a bit tart--as well as his entree, pork with potatos.