"That's a pleasant change, I imagine." Even from before, really, before his death. She brings the bottle over to the table, then goes to the cupboards. The glasses are probably still in the same spot, knowing peoples' habits.

"A nice change for me, at any rate." She brings the glasses down, uncorks the wine. Time at home hasn't been pleasant, and Lucius has never quite been the same. Her time here changed her as well, and -- not for the better, at least as far as dealing with her husband at home.