Arthur pulled back when he heard someone clear their throat then looked up at the stewardess. Oh. Shit. He cleared his throat and looked at the bottle of champagne in her hands with the two crystal flutes. "Who," he said before he could help it and sat up so he could turn and see who she was speaking about. The men sent him a little wave before they returned to what they were doing. He nodded slowly and settled into his seat again and glanced at Tuck with a little grin. Well, that had never happened to him before.

"Tell them thank you," he said with a quirk to his lips, wondering if he should trust it - it was easy to poison and drug bottles of wine. He hadn't recognized the men but that didn't mean anything. While inwardly he debated taking it, outwardly he held his hand out for one of the flutes to rest on his tray. It didn't hurt having it on his tray.