For someone who grew up with a savannah as a back yard, an island is unexpectedly stifling. He's never spent this much time on one before and it's been an adjustment. Trying to satiate his need to explore has ensured he knows the island like the back of his hand, at least.

"I'm sure he will. For the visitors." Irritating as it is, Muldoon knows where Hammond's priorities lie. Guests will always be put before employees or animals. "I set up a makeshift shooting range for myself originally, but it's the most popular spot for my team after a hard day. A bar might be preferable to that."

His brow lifts in surprise at her question, and the revelation behind it. He'd thought she'd simply enchanted it, not made it herself. Which is why guilt starts to sneak in around the edges of his expression. "It was nice." Only a moment later he admits, "I'm not really a wine drinker. I didn't pay much attention to the taste."

Yennefer is talking to a man who prefers a drink that will burn a hole through his stomach, after all. Hell, he doesn't even take his whiskey with ice.

"You make your own wine?"