He's struggling with a bottle cap, which is her first clue that she's thrown him. Coop's never been one to shy around alcohol, and she can remember him popping champagne corks with a grace and ease that she didn't think anyone could master. There's no way he's having that much trouble with a twist cap, which means he's trying to avoid looking her in the eye.

She puts the parcel down on the table and reaches to take the bottle off him gently, pouring a shot for him and setting it back down again. "Merry Christmas. You looked like you were having a hard time of it," she says, nodding to the bottle with a wry smile.