“Nice to meet you,” Ryann said.

“You, too,” Erin said. “I have to say, Stuart didn’t do you justice.”

Darcy’s lips twisted in a smirk. “Agreed. Not at all.”

“He said you were beautiful, but I never expected—” Erin gestured at her vaguely.

Ryann looked down at herself, wondering what they meant, and everyone laughed.

“Hey!” Stuart said, slapping the table. “You’re embarrassing my maid of honor, Erin. Can you wait five seconds before you flirt with her? You’re a married woman now, for God’s sake, and she’s had a rough couple of days.”

Erin laughed. “Okay, okay. I’ll hold back on my charm while you get yourself together, Ryann.” She slapped her forehead. “Oh, shit, that’s right. I forgot. I meant to get you a drink before you got here. Hang on a sec.” She shot to her feet and disappeared into the crowd, the four of them left watching after her.

“Please don’t mind my wife,” Darcy said.

“And don’t mind them,” Stuart said, rolling his eyes. “They got married on New Year’s, and they keep dropping the ‘wife’ word every chance they get.”

Erin appeared soon after, carrying two flights of beers. She set them down in front of Ryann and started talking.

“This is our current lineup,” she explained, gesturing. Each flight held six two-ounce pours, the beers gradually getting darker from the beginning of one board to the end of the next. A little descriptive card was tucked into each of the flights that named and described each of the beers.

“This last one,” Erin continued, pointing at the final and darkest beer, “won’t be released until Friday, but since you’re a friend of the family, you get to try it early. We’re calling it Cupid’s Kiss.”

“This is a lot of beer,” Ryann said weakly. “Do I drink it all? Or is it like wine tasting?”

Everyone laughed.

“Whatever you like,” Erin said. “You can taste them or drink it all. There’s a lot of them, but altogether, they’re less than two pints. Stuart said you can hold your own, so you should be okay. Let me know if you want a full pour of any of them, or if you have any questions.”

“Please, please, don’t ask her any questions,” Stuart said. “She’ll talk your ear off about beer if you let her, and we’ll never make it to dinner.”