Shrugging, Gretch pulled away from him and tugged the door to the pub open. "Maybe, but you know you love me." Shoving the door open behind her for Trev to catch, she stepped into the building, peering around the room. The place was more crowded than she'd seen it in a while but to be fair, she didn't often frequent the Three Broomsticks. Up at the bar, a couple slid off their stools and headed away and Gretch darted through the crowd to claim them.
"You do, but not in this case." She continued when Trev finally appeared beside her, having already ordered a pint and a plate of chips. "In this case you were just trying to make yourself look better than me, and that, my dear friend, is a hard task indeed."