Looks rather useful. I don't like champagne so would have to replace it with tea, possibly. Maybe soup. I don't think I'd be reading a book about monsters, either. On the plus side, it makes your legs look ten years younger and there's no sign of a jelly-belly.
This could be the solution to those soggy book moments. Although knowing me, I'd upset the damn thing climbing out, send the candle flying and end up with a fire on my hands - not to mention a soggy book and a bath full of carrot soup.
Actually, sod the fit legs - it's a death-trap.