Oh, I know. There's homophobia alright in my Firefly fic. That's actually what leads to a total disaster: messed up mission, accidental killing of a senior officer and run-away state.

Champagne is bubbly, and I think my stomach is gonna make me pay *that* in not too long. I start to feel it already, and I'm not sure those frelling bubbles will let me eat much tonight. I need beer to make them leave. Bubbles come from hell.
But that's not the topic, is it? ;-) Actually, I'm not fond of champagne, and not just because of the bubble. I prefer a nice sweet white wine, or something like pineau, muscat, pommeau... But hey, how can I say no to a champagne made by a guy wearing the same name than my street? ;-)