Raise it up.

During Hadestown one of the Fates gave me a cup so I could raise a toast. I was sitting close enough to the action that I could hold my hands out and receive; she gave it to me with a grin, gladly, and I smiled back. And when I drank, it was champagne in the cup.

Couldn't tell you what kind. Just that it was champagne.

I hung around in the lobby afterward to catch the stage manager and ask her what it was. And even though I know what she told me, I also know what I drank. She said it was water, and that it must have been theatre magic, but I know it was champagne. Something sweet and wonderful.

Because of course it was.