Zechariah’s rummaging began at a leisurely, sure pace. Then, he went over the silverware draw once more with a quizzical look. He was rifling through the cabinets by the time he thought to ask.

“Excellent, excellent,” he said, single-mindedly focused on getting that damned wine bottle open. “What on-…” he started with consternation, but caught his tone and switched to a more companionable, "what do you use to open your bottles these days?”

Maybe it was a new fad. There was a specialized spoon for everything these days.