There was no corkscrew in any of the neatly organized drawers. Uriel bit the inside of his cheek, hoping that Zech would forget about opening the wine, but if he knew his brother at all, and he hoped he knew enough... Zech had a way of figuring things out. He was a clever and mostly shrewd guy. He decided to change the subject, "I will be throwing a small dinner party soon, to celebrate this home."