She takes a deep, steadying breath, then nods. Frank's right, of course. If this was their cellar, it would be mercifully wine-free, but there's no accounting for the shamefully horrid tastes of others.

Still, though. Wine. Disgusting.

Augustine had moved away once Sadie had regained her equilibrium, and now he pipes up, "I think I've found a lantern." His pale fur stands out in the shadows on the other side of the doorway, and beside him, Sadie can just make out a little table with what appears to be an charmingly quaint oil lamp sitting on top of it.

"Well spotted, Augustine!" Sadie crosses to the little table and manages to light the lamp with only a minimal amount of fumbling. Hmm. It appears her previous buzz is beginning to wear off a little. Still, it's with a little smile of triumph that she offers the lamp to Frank. "Here we are, darling."