Perfect. [She grins, her little thrill-seeker heart pleased to hear that ready agreement to her idea.
She nods with a soft hum as she grabs two sodas from the fridge, along with a fruit tray because no one said snacks can't also sometimes be healthy.] That sounds about right, I suppose.
[She pops the tab on her Coke and grabs a glass and a bottle of whisky from a shelf in the kitchen. If they're making it up as they go, she's having an actual drink.]
You want? [She offers, holding the bottle out to him. No judgement if he says no- whisky is hardly an "everyone's thing" sort of drink.]
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She nods with a soft hum as she grabs two sodas from the fridge, along with a fruit tray because no one said snacks can't also sometimes be healthy.] That sounds about right, I suppose.
[She pops the tab on her Coke and grabs a glass and a bottle of whisky from a shelf in the kitchen. If they're making it up as they go, she's having an actual drink.]
You want? [She offers, holding the bottle out to him. No judgement if he says no- whisky is hardly an "everyone's thing" sort of drink.]