There was a loud "pop" and Tom ducked when the cork flew from the bottle, bounced off the ceiling and ricocheted in his direction. He heard Sally giggle and turned to see the foamy liquid spewing out from the top of the bottle and running down over her hand. He proffered a glass to avoid further waste.
“Don"t you think it"s a bit premature for a celebration? True, we"ve made a breakthrough, but we still don"t know what it means.”
“Don"t be such a bore! We"ve worked intensely for more than a week and we deserve a reward. Maybe it isn"t a major breakthrough, but you can"t deny we"ve made real progress. Besides, I haven"t gone overboard; it"s only Freixenet. It"s a decent enough cava, but it"s not "Bolly" – I"d have gone for real champagne if it was a proper celebration.”
Froth was climbin
