"All right, darling," she agrees, sparing her husband a fond glance before her expression crumples back into a little frown of concentration. Five cabinets down, and she's yet to come across anything but serving dishes. What sort of a place is this? Sadie sets down her martini glass so she can rummage with both hands, but to no avail. Even a set of pint glasses would have been an encouraging sign, but the closest thing she finds is a shelf of dusty wine glasses. Ugh.

Retrieving her glass, empty as it is, she glides out to the lobby. "No luck at all," she says, draping one arm over her husband's shoulder as she peers out the window. "Ooh!" she exclaims, momentarily diverted from their current plight. "Do you think we might bag one? It would make a sterling conversation starter!"