Autor doesn't just blush. Every capillary in his face bursts, he nearly drops his tea that he'd turned to acquire, and he chokes.

"That's ah," he says, coughing once while he adjusts his glasses. "Er. Sorry. I figured you'd done some modeling--it'd be an easy way to make a living for you, certainly--but not that kind. In retrospect, it makes sense, but, er..."

The kid clears his throat. "Anyway. So, um. Wineries. I don't know anything about wines or the craft. I doubt the process has changed much?"