The aroma of cooking meat filled the room, prompting a jovial comment from Barnett. "It smells like we're in for a splendid feast!"
"Indeed, Grandpa," Logan replied with a laugh, his eyes twinkling with anticipation. He gestured towards the table, and as if by magic, four wooden wine bottles and a large bag of maltose materialized amidst the dishes. "This meal will surely satisfy everyone. And for now, lets enjoy these!" he added, pushing a jug of wine and a stack of sugar cubes towards Barnett.
Barnett eyed the maltose with a slight grimace. "I'll pass on the sugar, it's too sweet and sticky for my liking," he commented, recalling how a piece given to him by a young grandchild had left his mouth uncomfortably sticky.
His attention, however, quickly shifted to the wine. "Is this wine?" he asked, his interest piqued as he uncorked a bottle, releasing a rich, inviting aroma.
"It smells wonderful!" Barnett exclaimed, his face lighting up with a satisfied grin.