Pepper blinked disbelievingly. "It's New Years and you can't 'ave any champagne? Not even a half glass?" Rolling her eyes, she turned to Wensley. "All right, so he doesn't feel alone, I'll do the same. But bring out one glass of champagne, would ya, Wens? I'll take a drink an' see if I can't the Saint to take a sip of it."
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