[Jon's order receives a much less approving look. As does his general... everything. But their drinks are placed on the table and she uncorks the wine for him, trying to get him to sniff said cork and do a tasting. Jon just hurries her on with an irritated wave, telling her to pour it. If they're serving it here, it's probably fine. Probably.

Ava's explanation of the effects is mildly concerning.]

If you start to feel anything we probably ought to go. The wine seems... fine from what I can see.

[He eyes his glass suspiciously, takes a sniff, then a small sip.]

Hm! It's... good, as well.

[Time will tell if there's more than just alcohol in there.]

Maybe we should interrogate the waitress. Or some of the patrons...

[Clearly the ideal move in this case. Jon's eyes turn toward the door. He's hungry.]