The Study

Making her way across the downstairs of the house, leisurely taking in the sights of various paintings and plants around the house, Emma finally arrived at the study.

Edward noticed her presence right away. "Hello, Emma. Looking for a book? I've a pretty decent collection if I say so myself."

Emma looked around the study. It was pretty impressive. And her Uncle hadn't been kidding. Bookshelves lined each wall, filled with books, floor to ceiling. Edward leaned back in a fancy leather chair, a large leather bound book opened on the mahogany desk in front of him. There were two smaller leather chairs on the opposite side of the desk.

Her Uncle's movement stopped her examination of the room. He got up and pulled a decanter of some brownish **** from the bookshelf behind him. He set two small glasses down and filled each half way.

Once the decanter was back on the shelf, Edward took his seat.

"You're what, twenty, twenty-one? Ah, doesn't matter, just don't tell Maude if you aren't." Edward asked, pushing a glass towards her.

Emma made her way into the study, closer to the desk, "I'm twenty-one, but I'll keep this a secret anyway," she joked.

Edward laughed, sipping from his own glass. "Ah, you can tell. Maude enjoy's a nip herself some nights. Her bark's worse than her bite," he said as he savored his drink, "Most days."

Emma looked at the other glass on the desk, not sure if she wanted any.