[ Something odd, very odd, along with the lingering stench of cigarettes.

Whereas Nicolas seems completely unaware, giving no particular indication he's noticed anything odd about Sam. While he can pick up dog from somewhere, more than a few imPorts are already running around the convention with their own canine pals. It's put down to that, because, as far as he knows, there are no domestic animals among the Changing Breeds.

He turns his attention back directly to Sam once the couple have been swallowed up by the crowd, though a quick glance is spared towards the wine right after. ]

Uh, maybe? I really didn't expect a vineyard to set up somewhere like this, of all places, so I as curious. I'm not sure half the crowd here is even allowed to drink yet.

[ By American standards, at least. ]