Malcolm tries to recall, scrunching up his face in uncertainty. "...It's supposed to be a pinot?" he offers. He laughs. "I'll just get it," he says, giving Neal a quick kiss and disappearing down the stairs, returning with a platter, a bottle and the stems of two glasses between his fingers. He holds the bottle out to Neal. "Is it good? They said they have a sommalier on staff that pairs these things. It's supposed to be good." He wags a glass at Neal. "I told them my boyfriend would know if it wasn't."