Ib occasionally finds herself at one of these gatherings, usually with her uncle Jack or Marie. But they always wind up going off to do grown-up things and leaving her to her own devices. Which usually leads to her drifting around the room aimlessly until something catches her attention or it's time to go.

"You could ask. The innkeeper probably knows how old the wine is."

She isn't even sure if that comment on the wine was directed at her, but she may as well answer. You never know when a person might be fun to talk to.