"If you give my mince pies away, I will kill you," Katie vowed. Christmas wasn't Christmas unless she ate so many of the tiny pies that she had to pass out asleep or die from the sugar intake. No other option was morally sound.
Katie refrained from giving the too smiley waitress the stink-eye. She'd just had to get used to women being far too accommodating to Vaine. And undressing him with their eyes. It was far too exhausting to get worked up over it considering how often it happened.