Summer's fingers drummed thoughtfully on one of the cloches. "Wine first," she decided, plucking up the bottle in one hand and the two (clearly FRIEND classes) in the other, "so that we have it when we make a big reveal out of the food."

And the cloches, honestly, just made her think about their class, and so now she was half-expecting something terrible to be lurking underneath them, which would be fair and kind of hilarious, lbr.