Caelan brought the wrong wine.
Helena had predicted this on Thursday night with the specific certainty of someone who had been right about this particular thing many times before, and she was right again, and when she looked at the bottle Caelan set on her kitchen counter she made a sound that was not quite a sigh and not quite a laugh.
"I told you the Barolo," she said.
"The Barolo is too heavy for what you're making," Caelan said.
"I know what I'm making."
"A lighter red would—"
"Caelan."
"The Barolo would overpower—"
"Seren," Helena said. "Tell him."
Seren looked between them.
He had been in this house for eleven minutes.
"I don't know enough about wine to have an opinion," he said carefully.
Helena pointed at him.
"Diplomatic," she said. "I like him."
"You told me you liked him before you met him," Caelan said.
