Maddy struck a pose, flinging her hair over her shoulder dramatically. "That would be really cool," she agreed. "And yes, let's not have that. Nothing in there is made with low-fat anything, because that's just wrong, and life is too short to count calories."
"I cook so I don't kill people when I'm pissed," she informed Charlotte. "Or worry my fool head off when my siblings are in the hospital. My own fridge is groaning at the moment. I don't really have an off switch."
"Doesn't that usually end with you doing ill-advised things?" Maddy asked, taking a free chair.