Daniel booked a room in a rustic lodge which was called, appropriately enough, The Rustic Lodge, and while he chatted up the girl at check-in about attractions in the area and good places to eat, Emma chatted up the barman about the happy hour (six to nine) which they’d just missed.

“You didn’t miss much,” the fellow said. “One guy came in and had a beer and that was about it.”

Emma expressed her condolences and said she might be interested in some wine if they had something not too expensive.

“This red has excellent balance,” he said, “and for you it’s on the house.”

After thanking him, she said, “I might need a corkscrew and some glasses.”

“It’s twist off,” barman said, handing her a glass.

“We missed happy hour,” she told Daniel in the room, “but look what I got! Only one glass, but we can share, right? And look, how appropriate, this picture of all these corks, although this particular bottle doesn’t have a cork, though that saves us the problem of obtaining a corkscrew.”

“What’s so funny?” Daniel asked when Emma finished her sputtering laugh.

“Corkscrew,” she said, chuckling again. “No cork, but we could provide the screw. I sure hope so.”

“Me too,” Daniel agreed.

“Did I mention the barman said it has excellent balance?”

“No, is that important?”

“It might be, depending on how much we drink and the sorts of screws we engage in.”

As it turned out, the bottle remained unopened. But many sorts of screws were engaged in.